I understood, and his wife, my sister, understood, that Sir Hubert was in Paris.

It passes my comprehension to guess why he should have come in the dead of night, dressed as a gypsy, to raid my house." "Perhaps it was a bet," said Darby, desperately puzzled.
"Bet, be hanged! Pine could come openly to this place whenever he liked.
I never was so astonished in my life as when I saw him lying dead near the shrubbery.

And the worst of it is, that my sister ran out and saw him also.

She fainted and has been in bed ever since, attended by Lady Garvington." "You had no idea that the man you shot was Sir Hubert, my lord ?" "Hang it, no! Would I have shot him had I guessed who he was ?" "No, no, my lord! of course not," said the officer hastily.

"But as I have come to take charge of the case, you will give me a detailed account of what has taken place." "I would rather wait until the Scotland Yard fellows come," grumbled Garvington, "as I don't wish to repeat my story twice.