About ten o'clock at night
I tell you , James Muir , and you , Angela Vivian , that Brian Luttrell took his brother 's life by no mistake -- that he is Richard 's murderer -- '' `` No ; I swear it by the God who made me -- no ! '' cried Brian , springing to his feet . But his mother had turned away . About ten o'clock at night Hugo Luttrell was seen entering the courtyard at the back of the house , where keepers , grooms , and indoor servants were collected in a group , discussing in low tones the event of the day . Seeing these persons , he seemed inclined to go back by the way that he had come ; but the butler -- an old Englishman who had been in the Luttrell family before Edward Luttrell ever thought of marrying a Scotch heiress and settling for the greater part of every year at Netherglen -- this said butler , whose name was William Whale , caught sight of the young fellow and accosted him by name . `` Mr. Hugo , sir , there 's been many inquiries after you , '' he began in a lugubrious tone of voice . `` After me , William ? ''