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Updated: June 24, 2025
Here you are: 'Foreman says that on morning of Braden's accident, Collishaw was at work in the north gallery of the clerestory, clearing away some timber which the carpenters had left there. Collishaw was certainly thus engaged from nine o'clock until past eleven that morning. Mem. Have investigated this myself.
"I'm by no means satisfied with that verdict of the coroner's inquiry. I believe there was foul play of some sort. I'm still following things up quietly. And I'll tell you something between ourselves I've made an important discovery. It's this. On the evening of Braden's arrival at the Mitre he was out, somewhere, for a whole two hours by himself." "I thought we learned from Mrs.
All between ourselves!" "I'll ask you one, then," said Bryce. "How do you know I took a scrap of paper from Braden's purse?"
"Aye and when did you start on that little game, now, doctor?" asked Mitchington. "Was it before, or since, this affair developed?" "In a really serious way since," replied Bryce. "What happened on the day of Braden's death made me go thoroughly into the whole matter. Now, what did happen?
Thorpe himself was responsible for the encounter she had dreaded. It was impossible to suspect Braden of being a party to the scheme. He was petrified. There could be no doubt that he had been tricked quite as cleverly as she. But what could have been in the old man's design? Was it a trap? Did he expect her to rush into Braden's arms?
My theory that the rumour that Collishaw, with a pint too much ale in him, had hinted that he could say something about Braden's death if he chose, had reached Braden's assailant; that he had made it his business to see Collishaw and had paid him that fifty pounds as hush-money and, later, had decided to rid himself of Collishaw altogether, as he undoubtedly did, by poison."
Thorpe's case as one that might be included in Braden's—" Again she failed to complete a sentence. "Yes, Mrs. Thorpe," said Dr. Bates gravely. "If young Braden's pet theory were in practice now, your husband would be entitled to the mercy he prescribes." "He has no chance?" "Absolutely no chance." "All there is left for him is to just go on suffering until—until life wears out?"
"There's a question I want to put to you strictly between ourselves strictest of confidence, you know. It was you who was called to Braden by Varner, and you were left alone with Braden's body?" "Well?" admitted Bryce, suddenly growing suspicious. "What of it?" Harker edged his chair a little closer to his guest's, and leaned towards him.
Glassdale! the man whom Harker had seen in Wrychester within an hour or so of Braden's death: the ex-convict, the forger, who had forged the Duke of Saxonsteade's name! And there! standing, apparently quite at his ease, by the Duke's side. What did it all mean?
Braden, and leaned forward until he was within a very few inches of her pearl ear-ring. "He'll be chose all right d-don't fret he'll be chose." "My dear Mr. Braden, I've no doubt of it Mr. Crewe's so popular," she cried, removing her ear-ring abruptly from the danger zone. "Do make yourself at home," she added, and retired from Mr. Braden's company a trifle disconcerted, a new experience for Mrs.
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