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In regard to types, which is a feature of prophetic teaching, and a strong chapter of evidence as to inspiration, Clark Braden says: "There are but few real types in the Bible; that is, there are but few things that men devised and acted with the intention of symbolizing or typifying anything future. There are exceeding few that were devised or acted with that as their sole object."
She patted the back of his hand, gently, even tremblingly. Her eyes were very bright and very solemn. "It has to go on now, Simmy," she said at last. For a long time they were silent. "I hope you have got completely over your love for Braden Thorpe," he said. "But, of course, you have. You don't care for him any more. You couldn't care for him and go on with this. It wouldn't be human, you know."
Now I had not the least idea that the two men were close at hand, nor that they had had any hand in his death, and so I kept silence, and let him be buried under the name he had taken John Braden." Ransford paused and looked at his two listeners as if inviting question or comment. But neither spoke, and he went on. "You know what happened after that," he continued.
"They're dupes, I tell you. They're at the mercy of any political schemer who thinks it worth his while to fool 'em. Take Leith, for instance. There's a man over there who has controlled every office in that town for twenty-five years or more. He buys and sells votes and credentials like cattle. His name is Job Braden." "Why," said Victoria, "I saw him at Humphrey Crewe's garden-party."
The other doctors knew, and Braden knew, and most thoroughly of all James Marraville knew, that while the operation was a wonderful feat in surgery, it might just as well have remained undone. The young doctor simply had done all that was in the power of man to do for a fellow creature.
Braden, drawing a little closer and waving aside the manuscript with his cigar. "Don't understand what?" "Don't seem to understand," repeated Mr. Braden, confidingly laying his hand on Mr. Crewe's knee. "Candidate for representative, be you?" "Yes," replied Mr. Crewe, who was beginning to resent the manner in which he deemed he was being played with, "I told you I was."
Then followed a brief account of the struggle of a powerful group of directors to force Warrington, Braden, and the rest out, with a hint at the scandal of which every one now was talking. "I never yet knew a man who went in for that sort of thing that lasted long in business," she observed. "This is my chance a crowd riding for a fall."
Come now, doctor! you know very well that Braden, or Brake, did come to your surgery that morning and said to your assistant that he'd known a Dr. Ransford in times past! Why not speak?" Ransford, instead of answering Mitchington's evidently genuine appeal, looked at the New Scotland Yard man. "Is that your theory?" he asked. Jettison nodded his head, with a movement indicative of conviction.
Go now and talk it over with Anne." With this singular admonition pounding away at his senses, Braden went out of the room. Wade,—the ever-present Wade,—was outside the door. His expression was as calmly attentive as it would have been were his master yawning after a healthy nap instead of screaming with all the tortures of the damned.
He sprang to the door. "Dr. Bates is below, sir," said the maid. "He would like to see you before he goes." Braden's heart sank. "I'll come at once, Katie." There were three doctors in the library. Dr. Bates went straight to the point. "Your grandfather, Braden, has a very short time to live. He has just dismissed us. Our services are no longer required in this case, if I—"
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