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In fact, I was trying to get off as rapidly as I could when you sent your men to bring me back. Prithee why, old thing? Didst crave more conversation with me, or didst want thy camp cleaned out?" He started toward Pennington, who backed hastily away. Shirley stood her ground, bending upon Bryce, as he approached her, a cold and disapproving glance.
And there are a good many residents of the Close you know their nice, inquisitive ways! who want to know who the sister and brother really are and what your relationship is to them!" "Confound their impudence!" growled Ransford. "By all means," agreed Bryce. "And for all I care let them be confounded, too.
However, all of these grave crimes and misdemeanors were really insignificant compared with his crowning offense. What had infuriated Shirley was the fact that she had been at some pains to inform Bryce Cardigan that she loathed him whereat he had looked her over coolly, grinned a little, and declined to believe her!
The boy and the girl turned away and went off across the Close, and the policeman looked after them and laughed. "Lively young couple, that, sir!" he said. "What they call healthy curiosity, I suppose? Plenty o' that knocking around in the city today." Bryce, who had half-turned in the direction of the Library, at the other side of the Close, turned round again.
Bryce, with bad news written all over his face. "I fear brain fever," he said to Dr. Fisher after the introduction was over, making the two physicians acquainted. "Come," and the door of Pickering's room closed on them both.
"Vell, gentlemen, vwhat do you think of that?" asked Mr. Meyer, looking around. "A lie, from beginning to end," stormed Captain Bryce. Rowland rose to his feet, but was pressed back by the big man who had accompanied him who then faced Captain Bryce and said, quietly: "I saw a polar bear that this man killed in open fight.
"I don't know whether this has got anything to do with the burglary the other night," I said casually. "What's that?" the sergeant demanded. I repeated my remark. "This is the first I've heard of it," the man said. "Why wasn't it reported before? It's over a week ago, you say." "About that," I agreed, "but it was reported. Mr. Bryce went down himself to tell you."
I saw you talking to her, aunt." "For a short time. I did not enjoy her company. She is so mercilessly realistic, she takes all the color out of life. Everything about her, even her speech, is sharp-lined as the edge of a knife. She could make Bryce's life very miserable." "Perhaps it might turn out the other way. Bryce Denning has capacities in the same line.
I can't without his permission." Ransford shook his head and frowned. "I dislike it!" he said. "It's it's putting ourselves in his power, as it were. But I'm not going to be left in the dark. Put on your hat, then." Bryce, ever since his coming to Wrychester, had occupied rooms in an old house in Friary Lane, at the back of the Close. He was comfortably lodged.
The next instant Bryce had stooped, caught him by the slack of the trousers and the scruff of the neck and thrown him, as he had thrown Rondeau, into the midst of the men advancing to his aid.
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