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It was a ten-mile ride through woods and valleys to Saxonsteade, and there were sights and beauties of nature on either side of him which any other man would have lingered to admire and most men would have been influenced by.
Bryce knew the Duke to be an extremely approachable man, a talkative, even a garrulous man, given to holding converse with anybody about anything, and he speedily made up his mind to ride over to Saxonsteade, invent a plausible excuse for his call, and get some news out of his Grace.
Braden, he hung about a bit, studying a local directory I'd lent him, and after a while he asked me if he could hire a trap to take him out to Saxonsteade this afternoon. Of course, I said he could, and he arranged for it to be ready at two-thirty. Then he went out, and across the market towards the Cathedral. And that," concluded Mrs. Partingley, "is about all I know, gentlemen."
Glassdale did come to the town that morning and as soon as he got here, heard of Brake's strange death. That upset him and he went away only to come back today, go to Saxonsteade, and tell everything to the Duke with the result we've told you of." "Which result," remarked Ransford, steadily regarding Mitchington, "has apparently altered all your ideas about me!"
It's fifteen years since the famous robbery at Saxonsteade which has never been accounted for robbery of the Duchess's diamonds one of the cleverest burglaries ever known, doctor. They were got one night after a grand ball there; no arrest was ever made, they were never traced.
John Braden, and had next morning asked if he could get a conveyance for Saxonsteade in the afternoon, as he wished to see the Duke. Mr. Folliot testified to having seen him in the Cathedral, going towards one of the stairways leading to the gallery. Varner most important witness of all up to that point told of what he had seen.
"We're done!" answered Bryce. "I was a fool not to go last night! We're forestalled, my friend! that's about it!" "By whom?" inquired Harker. "There are five of them at it, now," replied Bryce. "Mitchington, a mason, one of the cathedral clergy, a stranger, and the Duke of Saxonsteade! What do you think of that?" Harker suddenly started as if a new light had dawned on him.
"Saxonsteade, eh?" remarked Mitchington. "Did he say anything about his reasons for going there?" "Well, yes, he did," replied the landlady. "For he asked me if I thought he'd be likely to find the Duke at home at that time of day. I said I knew his Grace was at Saxonsteade just now, and that I should think the middle of the afternoon would be a good time."
And I did hear Inspector Mitchington say that they'd have to ask the Duke if he knew anything about the poor man I suppose he'd let fall something about wanting to go over to Saxonsteade." Bryce went off in the direction of the Library thinking. The newspapers? yes, no better channel for spreading the news. If Mr.
As luck would have it, Bryce had no need to make a call upon the approachable and friendly Duke. Outside the little village at Saxonsteade, on the edge of the deep woods which fringed the ducal park, stood an old wayside inn, a relic of the coaching days, which bore on its sign the ducal arms.
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