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First published January 1, 1933
In the library at Bowstring, there is still a tall clock about which visitors are told a story. The clock is of German manufacture, and a round, smiling, yellow face used to revolve about the dial as the hours were struck. Moreover, there used to be a complicated series of chimes, and a mellow ticking; but the face ceased to turn, and the chimes to strike, on a certain night about two years ago. Not only did it mark the hours for Lord Rayle’s death, but in a sense it watched over him after death —which is the reason why it is broken now. If you are a favored visitor, they may show you the bullet-holes, though the blood has been washed off long ago.