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He was not our own clergyman Mr Bristow is our own clergyman, and we all love him, and we would not try to sell sherry to people we like, and make two pounds a week out of them in our spare time. It was another clergyman, just a stray one; and he asked Eliza if the dear children would not like to come to his little Sunday school. We always spend Sunday afternoons with Father.
Bristow made a quick move, as if to speak, but checked the impulse. "In Washington," Braceway resumed, "he had the hemorrhage. It was faked a red-ink hemorrhage. Before the arrival of the physician who was summoned, Bristow had ordered a bellboy to wrap the 'blood-stained' handkerchief and towel in a larger and thicker towel and to have the whole bundle burned at once.
And the said Anderson did inform the Resident, Bristow, in his letter aforesaid, that, on the arrival of the fugitive prince, brother of the reigning sovereign of Oude, at the Mahratta camp, he did cause his tent to be pitched close to that of Mr.
It is an Early Perpendicular structure, two hundred and thirty-one feet long, with a steeple rising over two hundred feet, founded in the twelfth century, but enlarged and rebuilt in the fifteenth century by William Canynge, who was then described as "the richest merchant of Bristow, and chosen five times mayor of the said town."
Bristow wheeled once more, in sullen silence, to go to his seat. Certainly he did not move fast, but he was obeying. "You mutinous young rascal, that won't do!" shot out from the principal's lips. In another instant Mr. Cantwell was crossing the floor rapidly toward the slow-moving offender. "Get to your seat quickly, or go in pieces!" rasped out the angry principal.
Although he had not taken the trouble to tell Bristow, he had already arranged with Golson to have the "extra man" on the job. He was taking no chances. He smiled when he thought of the sick man's eagerness to give him advice. It occurred to him that he should have communicated with George Withers. The funeral was over; had been set for yesterday.
Bristow put out his hand, and Greenleaf handed him the ring that had been found in Morley's room at the Brevord. "This ring," he said; "whose is it?" She sat up straight and gasped. Her pallor grew. Even her lips went thoroughly white. "Where did you get that?" she asked huskily. "It doesn't matter. Whose is it?" "It it was my sister's," she said, almost in a whisper.
"I have no fear of that," he declared, "but at least it would be something to know what this point of view is. You will find him in a queer mood. That little fool of a niece of his has been getting in with a fast set, and making the money fly. You have heard of her last escapade at Bristow?" Berenice nodded. "Yes," she said. "I went there this morning directly I had your note.
"I'll be up here between eight and nine tomorrow morning," he said, "if that suits you." "What for?" "To get a good look at the grounds back of Number Five. If the murderer dropped anything, I want to be the man to pick it up." "Oh, I'd forgotten that," Bristow said in a tone indicating his hopelessness of finding anything worth while. "Yes; I'll be ready for you."
If Bristow had not so promptly entered upon the discussion of the subject of desertion, Bob would have made his presence known to him; but after he had listened to the first words that fell from his lips he thought it best to remain quietly in his place of concealment, for he knew that if he revealed himself, then he would be accused of playing the part of eavesdropper.
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