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And they think these chaps like Mitchington and the London man that Ransford certainly had a motive for getting rid of Braden when they met." "What was the motive?" asked Mary. "They've found out something perhaps a good deal about what happened between Braden and Ransford some years ago," replied Bryce.
Then what of him? Mrs. Ransford had not spoken of him. Had he, too, escaped? or had he she shuddered. For some moments her thoughts depressed her. The thought of a brave man's life sacrificed for her was too terrible. But after a while she continued in a lighter strain. It was at this point that the blank began. True, she seemed to have some dim recollection of a rough hut.
Will you give me your word of honour to respect her wishes?" "No!" answered Bryce. "I won't!" "Why not?" asked Ransford, with a faint show of anger. "A woman's wishes!" "Because I may consider that I see signs of a changed mind in her," said Bryce. "That's why." "You'll never see any change of mind," declared Ransford. "That's certain. Is that your fixed determination?" "It is," answered Bryce.
Batts for something I forget what some small matter which the Collishaw's hadn't got and she had, and she went next door to fetch it. Therefore do you see? Ransford was left alone with Collishaw's tin bottle!" Bryce, who had been listening attentively, looked steadily at the inspector. "You're suspecting Ransford already!" he said. Mitchington shook his head.
In any case, in the opinion of the elderly ladies who set the tone of society in Wrychester, Miss Bewery was much too young, and far too pretty, to be left without a chaperon. But, up to then, no one had dared to say as much to Dr. Ransford instead, everybody said it freely behind his back. Bryce had used eyes and ears in relation to the two young people.
Dick turned away to leave the room. "Well, Folliot's done for!" he remarked. "I don't care about him, but I wanted to know for certain about the other." When Dick had gone, and Ransford and Mary were left alone, a deep silence fell on the room.
That Mark Ransford had been John Brake's best man; that he was the Marco of the recent Times advertisement; that John Braden, or Brake, was the Sticker of the same advertisement. Clear! clear as noonday! And what did it all mean, and imply, and what bearing had it on Braden or Brake's death?
That, he felt certain, he could do if he could make a net in which to enclose Ransford he could also invent a two-edged sword which would cut every mesh of that net into fragments. That would be child's play mere statecraft elementary diplomacy. But first to get Ransford fairly bottled up that was the thing!
If Brake desired to find Ransford in order to be revenged on him, why did he insert that advertisement, as if he were longing to meet a cherished friend again?
"If a man wishes a certain young woman to become his wife, what right has any other man or the young woman herself, for that matter to say that he mustn't express his desires to her?" "None," said Ransford, "provided he only does it once and takes the answer he gets as final." "I disagree with you entirely," retorted Bryce. "On the last particular, at any rate.
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