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ld!" "Man, you lie! you have got the money! give it me at once--and--" he added in a low, hoarse voice, "we will not say a word about the murder." "Murder!" echoed the astonished man. "Ay, murder, Acton:--off! off, I say!" he muttered parenthetically, then wrestled for a minute violently, as with something in the air; and recovering as from a spasm, calmly added, "Ay, murder for the money." "I--I!" gasped Roger; "I did no murder, Muster Jennings!" A new light seemed to break upon the bailiff, and he answered with a tone of fixed determination, "Acton, you are the murderer of Bridget Quarles." Roger's jaw dropped, dismay was painted on his features, and certainly he did look guilty enough. But Simon proceeded in a tenderer tone; "Notwithstanding, give me the gold, Acton, and none shall know a word about the murder. We will keep all quiet, Roger Acton, all nice and quiet, you know;" and he added, coaxingly, "come, Roger, give me up this crock of gold." "Never!" with a fierce anathema, answered our hero, now himself again: the horrid accusation had entranced him for a while, but this coaxing strain roused up all the man in him: "Never!" and another oath confirmed it. "Acton, give it up, I say!" was shouted in rejoinder, and Jennings glared over him with his round and staring eyes as he lay faint upon his bed--"Give up the crock, or else--" "Else what? you whitened villain." The bailiff flung himself at Roger's neck, and almost shrieked, "I'll serve you as I--" There was a tremendous struggle; attacked at unawares, for the moment he was nearly mastered; but Acton's tall and wiry frame soon overpowered the excited Jennings, and long before you have read what I have written--he has leaped out of bed--seized--doubled up--and flung the battered bailiff headlong down the narrow stair-case to the bottom. This done, Roger, looking like Don Quixote de la Mancha in his penitential shirt, mounted into bed again, and quietly lay down; wondering, half-sober, at the strange and sudden squall. CHAPTER XXI. THE CAPTURE. HE had not long to wonder. Jennings got up instantly, despite of bruises, posted to the Hall, took a search-warrant from Sir John's study, (they were always ready signed, and Jennings filled one up,) and returned with a brace of constables to search the cottage. Then Roger, as he lay musing, fancied he heard men's voices below, and his wife, who had just come in, talking to
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