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"Well, old Wade has gone and got married," went on Simmy, deliberately ignoring the eager question. "Married a girl of twenty or something like that. Chucked his job, bloomed out as a dandy,—spats and chamois gloves and silk hats,—cleared out three weeks ago for a honeymoon,—rather pretty girl, by the way,—" Braden's attention had been caught at last and held. "Wade married? Good Lord!
Braden's philanthropic and beaming countenance, which would have made the fortune of a bishop. It was not usual for Mr. Crewe to find it difficult to begin a conversation, or to have a companion as self-sufficient as himself.
"Told Ball you wanted to have me see you, didn't you?" Mr. Crewe, when he had unravelled this sentence, did not fancy the way it was put. "I told Ball I was seeing everybody in Leith," he answered, "and that I had called on you, and you weren't at home. Ball inferred that you had a somewhat singular way of seeing people." "You don't understand," was Mr. Braden's somewhat enigmatic reply.
"They've just been examined, and they're now in the Duke's own hands again after all these years! And I may as well tell you we now know that the object of Braden's visit to Wrychester was to tell the Duke where those jewels were hidden. Braden and another man had learned the secret, from the real thief, who's dead in Australia.
There might be he was still under the influence of Ransford's indignant and dramatic assertion of his innocence. Would Ransford have allowed himself an outburst of that sort if he had not been, as he said, utterly ignorant of the immediate cause of Braden's death?
"She cried a little when I told her that you had done your best, and that's about all." "Didn't she confess that she expected—that she feared I might have—" "Confess? Why do you use that word?" demanded Dr. Bates, as the young man failed to complete his sentence. His gaze was now fixed intently on Braden's face. A suspicion was growing in his mind. "I am terribly distressed about something, Dr.
"Told Ball you wanted to have me see you, didn't you?" Mr. Crewe, when he had unravelled this sentence, did not fancy the way it was put. "I told Ball I was seeing everybody in Leith," he answered, "and that I had called on you, and you weren't at home. Ball inferred that you had a somewhat singular way of seeing people." "You don't understand," was Mr. Braden's somewhat enigmatic reply.
"I'm afraid you are given to flattery, Mr. Mr. " she replied hurriedly. "Whom have I the pleasure of speaking to?" "Job Braden's my name," he answered, "but you have the advantage of me." "How?" demanded the thoroughly bewildered Mrs. Pomfret. "I hain't heard your name," he said. "Oh, I'm Mrs. Pomfret a very old friend of Mr. Crewe's.
"Bryce was until the very day of Braden's appearance, Ransford's assistant," continued Mitchington. "Been with Ransford about two years. Clever chap, undoubtedly, but certainly deep and, in a way, reserved, though he can talk plenty if he's so minded and it's to his own advantage. He left Ransford suddenly that very morning. I don't know why. Since then he's remained in the town.
And once more he began to go over the sum of evidence which had accrued. The question of the scrap of paper found in Braden's purse, and of the exact whereabouts of Richard Jenkins's grave in Paradise, he left for the time being. What was now interesting him chiefly was the advertisement in the Times to which the bank-manager from London had drawn attention.
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