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"Have you seen Job Braden, Mr. Crewe?" he asked, with genial jocoseness. "They tell me that Job is still alive and kicking over in your parts." "Thank you, Senator," said Mr. Crewe, "that brings me to the very point I wish to emphasize. Everywhere in Leith I am met with the remark, 'Have you seen Job Braden? And I always answer, 'No, I haven't seen Mr. Braden, and I don't intend to see him."
Every town, said Bryce to himself, possesses public records parish registers, burgess rolls, lists of voters; even small towns have directories which are more or less complete he could search these for any mention or record of anybody or any family of the name of Braden.
You needn't be uneasy on that score. I—I—for a moment I had an idea that you might have said something to her." It was almost a question. Braden shook his head. His eyes did not flicker as he answered steadily: "Surely you cannot think that I would have so much as mentioned my views in discussing—" "Certainly not, my boy," cried the other heartily.
"Never!" said Glassdale. "Never mentioned such a man!" Bryce reflected again, and suddenly determined to be explicit. "John Brake, the bank manager," he said, "was married at a place called Braden Medworth, in Leicestershire, to a girl named Mary Bewery. He had two children, who would be, respectively, about four and one years of age when his we'll call it misfortune happened. That's a fact!"
Now supposing Braden let this man Harker into the secret of the hidden jewels that night, and supposing that Harker and Bryce are in collusion as they evidently are, from what that boy told us and supposing they between them, together or separately, had to do with Braden's death, and supposing that man Collishaw saw some thing that would incriminate one or both eh?" "Well?" asked Mitchington.
A few minutes after Braden Thorpe's departure from the Tresslyn drawing- room, young George entered the house and stamped upstairs to his combination bed-chamber and sitting-room on the top floor. He always went upstairs three steps at a time, as if in a hurry to have it over with. He had a room at the top of the house because he couldn't afford one lower down.
Braden was overjoyed. "I should like nothing better, grandfather. By jove, you are good to me. You—" "It is only right and just that I should give to the last of my race the chance to be a credit to it." There was something cryptic in the remark, but naturally it escaped Braden's notice. "You are the only one of the Thorpes left, my boy.
At last the three arose and stood over him. "You understand everything now, Braden," said Dr. Bates, a tremor in his voice. "May God direct your course. We shall not come here again. You are not to feel that we are deserting you, however, for that is not true. We go because you have come, because you have been put in sole charge.
Glassdale closed the door and favoured them with a knowing smile. "Something else for you, inspector!" he said. "Mixed up a bit with last night's affair, too. About these mysteries Braden and Collishaw I can tell you one man who's in them." "Who, then?" demanded Mitchington. Glassdale went a step nearer to the two officials and lowered his voice.
That, of course, was utterly impossible, so there was but the one alternative: she was being forced into a marriage that would bring the most money into the hands of the designing and, to him, clearly unnatural parent. He knew nothing of the ante-nuptial settlement, nor was he aware of the old man's quixotic design in coming between Braden and the girl he loved.
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