It was so awful a thing that she groaned when she thought of it.

But she remembered his ghastly face in the starlight and the threat he had hissed out against the squire; he was a desperate man, with blood already on his hands.

It was more than likely that he would do the deed he had threatened to do.

What could be easier than to watch the squire on one of those evenings when he went up the park alone, to fall upon him and take his life?
Of late Mr.Juxon did not even take his dog with him.

The savage bloodhound would be a good protector; but even when he took Stamboul with him by day, he never brought him at night.