Page:Long pack, or, A shot with Copenhagen (2).pdf/18

 in the parlour, and others pleased themselves with poring over the sheets of crimson ice, and tracing the drops of blood on the road down the wood. The Colonel had no country factor, nor any particular friend in the neighbourhood, so the affair was not pursued with that speed which was requisite to the discovery of the aecomplicesaccomplices [sic], which if it had, would have been productive of some very unpleasant circumstaneescircumstances [sic], by involving sundry respeetablerespectable [sic] families, as it afterwards appeared but too evidently. Dr. Herbert, the physician, who attended the family occasionally, wrote to the Colonel, by post, coneerningconcerning [sic] the affair, but though he lost no time, it was the fifth day before he arrived. Then indeed advertisements were issued, and posted up in all public plaeesplaces [sic], offering rewards for a discovery of any person killed or wounded of late. All the dead and sick within twenty miles were inspected by medical men, and a most extensive search made, but to no purpose. It was too late: all was secured. Some indeed were missing, but plausible pretences being made for their abseneeabsence [sic], nothing could be done. But eertaincertain [sic] it is, sundry of these were never seen any more in the country, though many of the neighbourhood deelareddeclared [sic] they were such people as nobody could suspect.

The body of the unfortunate man, who was shot in the pack, lay open for inspection a fort-night, but none would ever acknowledge so much, as having seen him. The Colonel then caused him to be buried at Bellingham; but it was eonfidentlyconfidently [sic] reported, that his grave was opened and corpse taken away. In short, not one en-