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And as he fell, Folliot, scarcely looking at what he had done, drew his other hand from his pocket, slipped something into his mouth and sat down in the big chair behind him ... and within a moment the other men in the room were looking with horrified faces from one dead face to another. When Bryce had left her, Mary Bewery had gone into the house to await Ransford's return from town.
And Bryce, who had instinctively realized what was happening, and knew that somebody else than himself was in possession of the secret of the scrap of paper, saw that it would be some time before they arrived at the precise spot indicated in the Latin directions. He quietly drew back and tugged at Dick Bewery.
They were mad to see where the gentleman fell came in crowds at dinnertime." Bryce nodded, and was turning away, when Dick Bewery came round a corner from the Deanery Walk, evidently keenly excited. She, too, was apparently brimming with excitement, and her pretty and vivacious face puckered itself into a frown as the policeman smiled and shook his head.
"The Duke!" he exclaimed. "You don't say so! My conscience! now, I wonder if that can really be? Upon my word, I'd never thought of it!" "Thought of what?" demanded Bryce. "Never mind! tell you later," said Harker. "At present, is there any chance of getting a look at them?" "That's what I came for," retorted Bryce. "I've been watching them, with young Bewery. He put me up to it. Come on!
What Martin's object had been no one now knew but this bell served to remind young gentlemen going to offices, and boys going to school, that the hour of their servitude was near. And Dick Bewery, without a word, bolted half his coffee, snatched up his book, grabbed at a cap which lay with more books on a chair close by, and vanished through the open window.
And while he sat in the inn parlour awaiting his lunch, he turned to the carefully-compiled index, glancing it through rapidly. On the third page he saw the name Bewery. If the man who had followed Bryce from Barthorpe to Braden Medworth had been with him in the quiet inn parlour he would have seen his quarry start, and heard him let a stifled exclamation escape his lips.
Bryce had now got all the information he wanted, and he made the old parish clerk a small present and turned to go. But another question presented itself to his mind and he reentered the little shop. "Your late vicar?" he said. "The one in whose family Miss Bewery was governess where is he now? Dead?" "Can't say whether he's dead or alive, sir," replied Claybourne.
"What's your hurry, young Bewery?" Dick, who was panting for breath, more from excitement than haste, drew back and looked at Bryce. Up to then he knew nothing much against Bryce, whom he had rather liked in the fashion in which boys sometimes like their seniors, and he was not indisposed to confide in him. "Hullo!" he replied. "I say! Where are you off to?"
No one had ever heard him mention his family or relations; then, suddenly, without warning, he had brought into his house Mary Bewery, a handsome young woman of nineteen, who was said to have only just left school, and her brother Richard, then a boy of sixteen, who had certainly been at a public school of repute and was entered at the famous Dean's School of Wrychester as soon as he came to his new home.
Miss Bewery does not feel any inclination to you now, nor at any time to be! She's told you so three times. And you should take her answer and behave yourself accordingly!" Bryce favoured his senior with a searching look. "How does Miss Bewery know that she mayn't be inclined to in the future?" he asked. "She may come to regard me with favour." "No, she won't!" declared Ransford.
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