The Warwickshire Herald. — 1886-10-28 (Birmingham, West Midlands, England)

CHAPTER XI.  t* AND NoTHINC. CAN WE CALL null OWII HUT  Di Al H."- latiekard TH ti ml new., almost unexampled in records of a- foi. circulated lnoadeast not illy over Inv the civilised world, for the Duke of I`..uti,l Vlui liii was know n of evi. rywhere. 11, -44 most inteiested are generally the I to be infoimed. and it is a fact that Beau. who had hems anxiously awaiting at )\ xplatiat ion sift he v:O2 ue paragraphs ,41,1(0, no•incid it serious poaching afflay, found 'he detad., of it in later editions of the papers  before they had any word :from home. They Wre al' sitting together in Henry s room, when they learned the terrible truth. and all at first seemed equally shocked. • Beau was the first to recover his c mloure. "We must go home at once, a course." said he.  6. Home ? " said Henry—for a moment he felt it impossible to realize that any place eon 1,1 be home now ; for he had loved his 'Miter very dearly albeit there wrs never much outward sign of affection bet wen the duke and his sons.  Ye:, home. of course " teplied Bean. " There'll be all sorts of things for me to look after." 7 Y:ta) Why you!"  " Well. it slui'ur be ohvioutt enouA to you,seeing, that I am the Duke of Countryhohn." Good God ! " cried Henry, "I never thought of that, and I wonder you did.' There's something for us all to do," said Tom, quietly, though we may not be dukes; and that is to help in finding out the murderers." Ah !" said Henry. "that is worth going to the end of the world fr."  Very soon they had interviewed the Master, who dkinissed them with amiable platitudes, meant for consolation, and in th coldest of cheerless days they took train for Harrington. Very. little was said on the j.iurney down ; pe• haps not very much was even th night. The first shock of a great grief is apt to :cave the mind inactive, and the feelings work but slowly. But it was a terrible business reading newspaper after newspaper, and conjuring up that scene in the spot which one of them knew so and whe e they had shot many a pheasant themselve. in past days. The whole thing appeared well-nigh incredible. _ _ _  Theihail various fellow-passengers, who all talked of the murder in a more or less heartless manner, until they reached a station only a iew miles from Harrington, when good al Mr. Lee Fenwick got into the train, not i.urprised to see them, but very anxious to let them know the worst.  'My pour boys, you have heard the news ?" said he.  "Yes, yes; we have read all about it," answered Beau, half impatient 3'. " Dear. dear! how soon things get into the papers! I would'nt have believed it.' Tell me, Mr. Lee Fenwick,' said Henry, "has anything b en found out ; is any one suspected? " " Suspicions of all sorts are flying about; but nothing definite has been found—only the hammer of a gun which had bom cracked nearly through and which must have broken off at the fatal shot— it was found on the ground not ten yards from your poor father." "Ah ! said Tom. "that's something." ... . .  _ "Every one is stumml with grief," continued Mr. Lee Folvvick. .‘ John Wilkinson, the younger is laid uo, they say, with tyain fever; he having come sulhknly on the awful place last night—it was too much for him I"  " Strtinge," said Henry, "I never thought any one. mu h less :John, would go seriously wrong over a mere shock;"  "No," continued the Vicar, "nor should I have