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His aim was definite he wanted to get Ransford completely into his power, through suspicion of Ransford's guilt in the affairs of Braden and Collishaw.
Come now, doctor! you know very well that Braden, or Brake, did come to your surgery that morning and said to your assistant that he'd known a Dr. Ransford in times past! Why not speak?" Ransford, instead of answering Mitchington's evidently genuine appeal, looked at the New Scotland Yard man. "Is that your theory?" he asked. Jettison nodded his head, with a movement indicative of conviction.
"Thank you," she said. "But there's no need to tell me that, because I know it already. Now I wonder if you'll tell me something more?" Ransford turned back with a sudden apprehension. "Well?" he asked brusquely. "What?" "When are you going to tell me all about Dick and myself?" she asked. "You promised that you would, you know, some day. And a whole year's gone by since then.
There he laid the girl upon an old chintz-covered settee, so that her wet clothes might be removed before she was placed into the neat white bed waiting for her. And the clacking tongue of Ma Ransford pursued his every movement. "It's an insult," she cried angrily. "An insult to me an' mine, as you might say. Me, who's raised two daughters an' one son, all of 'em dead, more's the pity.
I shall rely on your word, mind!" "I say yes to that, doctor," answered Mitchington. "The same here, sir," said the detective. "Very well," continued Ransford. "Then this is between ourselves, until such time as I say something more about it. First of all, I am not going to tell you anything whatever about Braden's antecedents at present! Secondly I am not sure that your theory, Mr.
Why, then, this unmistakably furtive and half-frightened manner which seemed to be somewhat relieved at the sight of Bryce? "Is this is Dr. Ransford within?" asked the stranger. "I was told this is his house." "Dr. Ransford is out," replied Bryce. "Just gone out not five minutes ago. This is his surgery. Can I be of use?" The man hesitated, looking beyond Bryce into the room.
Ransford touched a bell and summoning the parlourmaid told her to fetch whisky, soda, and cigars. He pressed these things on the two men, lighted a cigar himself, and for a long time continued to walk up and down his end of the room, smoking and evidently in very deep thought.
"That Brake was a very clever rogue who had got the money safely planted somewhere abroad, and that his wife had gone off somewhere Australia, or Canada, or some other far-off region to await his release. Of course, I didn't believe one word of all that. But there was the fact she had vanished! And eventually, I thought of Ransford, as having been Brake's great friend, so I tried to find him.
Was it possible that Ransford had realized a danger in Collishaw's knowledge, and had He was interrupted at this stage by Mitchington, who came hurriedly in with a scared face. "I say, I say!" he whispered as soon as Bryce's landlady had shut the door on them. "Here's a fine business! I've heard something something I can hardly credit but it's true.
His best man, who signed the register as a witness, was Mark Ransford. Brake and Ransford, as young men, had been in the habit of going to Braden Medworth to fish; Mary Bewery was governess at the vicarage there. It was always supposed she would marry Ransford; instead, she married Brake, who, of course, took her off to London. Of their married life, I know nothing.
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