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"But I can tell you this they know, Mitchington and the London man, that there were passages between Ransford and Braden years ago." "How many years ago?" interrupted Mary. Bryce hesitated a moment. He had a suspicion that this self-possessed young woman who was taking everything more quietly than he had anticipated, might possibly know more than he gave her credit for knowing.
I don't know what a first edition is, and I never could see any sense in those funny things he called missals, nor the incunabula, if that's the way you pronounce it. You may have liked them, Braden. If you care for them, if you would like to have them in your own house, you must let me lend them to you. Everybody borrows books, you know.
"When a woman wants something so much that she will give up everything in the world to get it, I claim that she is selfish to the last degree. She gratifies self, and there is no other way to look at it. And I will admit to you now, Braden, that if there is no other way, I will give up all this money. That may represent to you just how much I think of self.
The rest of his body may have slept as soundly as any man's, but his ear was always awake, on land or sea. It was his boast that he had never had a vacation. Braden, after his long ride down Fifth Avenue on the stage, found Wade in the hall. "Is my grandfather in the library, Wade?" he asked, surprised to find the man at the foot of the stairs, quite a distance from his accustomed post.
"It may be Jettison here a man of experience thinks it'll be found to be that Brake, or Braden as we call him was murdered because of his possession of that secret about the jewels.
And they think these chaps like Mitchington and the London man that Ransford certainly had a motive for getting rid of Braden when they met." "What was the motive?" asked Mary. "They've found out something perhaps a good deal about what happened between Braden and Ransford some years ago," replied Bryce.
Yes? well, we've found all the whole bundle tonight buried in Paradise! And how do you think the secret came out?" "No good at guessing," said Bryce. "It came out," continued Mitchington, "through a man who, with Braden Braden, mark you! got in possession of it it's a long story and, with Braden, was going to reveal it to the Duke that very day Braden was killed.
Every one except James Marraville will praise me to the skies. My job will be done, but he will have it all to do over again,—this business of dying." She held out her hand. Her eyes had filled with tears. "God be with you, Braden." He took her hand in his, and for a moment looked into the swimming eyes. "You understand everything now, don't you, Anne?" he inquired.
In the face of all this uproar, brought about by the posthumous utterance of old Templeton Thorpe, Braden had the courage,—or the temerity, if that is a truer word,—to put his name in a window and invite further attention to himself. The world, without going into the matter any deeper than it usually does, assumed that he who entered the office of Dr. Thorpe would never come out of it alive!
"I had a scheme," he nodded south in the direction of Medicine Mountain "but the reds can't come. I had t' go slow. There's women in th' fambly. Nat'lly, all the men up and down the Muddy want t' see Lancaster stay. There's been a dude fr'm Bismarck here, off and on tony cuss, sleeps between sheets, nice about his paws as a cat. He's been ready t' tattle or roll a gun." Braden sniffed.
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