A Fair Fraud — page 214: what you’re looking at

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A Fair Fraud 203 Oh! save me—save me! You lawyer chap,’ twisting his. narrow face round to Edgar Naylor, who walked immediately behind him, and who seemed to have a difficulty in keep- ing his countenance, ‘you must surely know, if you're a lawyer, will they clap me in prison? Will they try me?’ ‘Certainly they will try you,’ replied Naylor, with brisk cheerfulness, for he really could not help experiencing a secret satisfaction at the sight of the wretched creature's abject misery. ‘It will teach him to be more civil to ladies, and to keep away from shooting-parties,’ he said to himself, vind:ctively. ‘But not murder, sir?’ here broke in the elder Grigson, anxiously ; ‘ surely not murder ? It was a mere accident.’ ‘Manslaughter, I should imagine,’ replied the barrister, with decision; and the father groaned, whilst the son fairly howled. ‘Will there be an inquest?’ inquired old Grigson, who was almost as pale as his son. ‘Why, of course there will be an inquest,’ replied Naylor, quite pleasantly. ‘For Heaven’s sake, John,’ here broke in Mrs Drury, ‘what has happened? Ken is not with you. Where is Ken?’ ‘Oh, Ken is all right. He has gone round with the men to the coach-house. They are going to put the poor fellow there.’ GORMGIOO oO G' Q)