” She scoffed. ’ ‘Yes, that is Mr Brewis Charvill, as you have found out for me. Over the mantel, set into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a man on horseback. Then suddenly the curtain would fall. Wood. “No, you didn’t. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains.
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