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And though she could not hear the words it was plain enough from the violence of her gesticulations that she was rating the patient man soundly. So patent was it, so dreadful, that even in her keenest interest Joan found herself wondering if Mr. Ransford were dead, and hoping that, if he were, his decease had occurred in early youth. Nor had the man made any attempt at response.

He was by Ransford's desk ere Ransford knew he was in the surgery and Ransford's sudden realization of his presence roused a certain feeling of irritation in his mind, which he instantly endeavoured to suppress it was no use getting cross with a man of whom you were about to rid yourself, he said to himself.

But if you must speak to him and I really think you must! will you tell him that he is not going to get me? Perhaps he'll take it finally from you as my guardian." "I don't know if parents and guardians count for much in these degenerate days," said Ransford. "But I won't have him annoying you. And I suppose it has come to annoyance?"

"It's being rumoured whispered in the town that Dr. Ransford had something to do with that affair," answered Bryce. "Unpleasant unfortunate but it's a fact." "Impossible!" exclaimed Mary with a heightening colour. "What could he have to do with it? What could give rise to such foolish wicked rumours?" "You know as well as I do how people talk, how they will talk," said Bryce.

"Take Inspector Mitchington into the study," he said. "Is he alone?" "No, sir there's a gentleman with him," replied the girl. "All right I'll be with them presently," answered Ransford. "Take them both in there and light the gas. Police!" he went on, when the parlourmaid had gone. "They get hold of the first idea that strikes them, and never even look round for another, You're not frightened?"

"Just so," agreed Bryce. "But that's the sort of thing. Do you want more? I can supply an unlimited quantity in the piece if you like. But it's all according to sample." "So in addition to your other qualities," remarked Ransford, "you're a gossiper?" Bryce smiled slowly and shook his head. "No," he replied. "I'm a listener. A good one, too. But do you see my point?

"She is a young woman of twenty, and she has a brother, Richard, who is between seventeen and eighteen." "Without a doubt those are Brake's children!" exclaimed the old man. "The infant I spoke of was a boy. Bless me! how extraordinary. How long have they been at Wrychester?" "Ransford has been in practice there some years a few years," replied Bryce.

Ransford, of course, must be pulled dragged! out of this infernal hole. Of course he's suspected! But my stepfather he's going to take a hand. And my stepfather, Bryce, is a devilish cute old hand at a game of this sort!" "Nobody doubts Mr. Folliot's abilities, I'm sure," said Bryce. "But you don't mind saying how is he going to take a hand?"

It struck him now, as he meditated, that he had never known exactly what he expected to get out of that secret but he had hoped that it would have been something which would make a few more considerable and tightly-strung meshes in the net which he was endeavouring to weave around Ransford.

He had made haste to buy a copy of the Times and to cut out the advertisement. It had never been in doubt a moment, in Bryce's mind, that Sticker was J. Braden himself. Who, now, was Marco? Who a million to one on it! but Ransford, whose Christian name was Mark? He reckoned up his chances of getting at the truth of the affair anew that night.