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"No; but Margaret said he had been with her." "I wish he would come. We expect the second post to bring the news that Mr. Esdaile has accepted the Chiltern Hundreds. If he found it so, he meant to go and talk to Mr. Bramshaw; for, though he is so dull, we must make him agent." "Is there any danger of opposition?" "None at all, if we are soon enough in the field.
"Since you told me about that letter and Betty's fright I have been doing some serious thinking. You say that Sydney Bramshaw has left Creekdale?" "Yes. He cleared out, tent and baggage." "Have you any idea where he is?" "No. But I am afraid he is far away by this time." "Well, he isn't. He's in the city now." "In the city!" Lois repeated in surprise. "Yes.
Though he felt that Sydney Bramshaw had something to do with the affair, he had no definite proof. He naturally connected him with the murder. But what object would the man have for doing such a dastardly deed? He wondered much about the envelope, and how it got there. He had never been to that spot before, and he was quite certain that David did not have it with him.
Appearances are so deceptive, you know. I shall leave you now to carry on your imbibing process. Perhaps Miss Sinclair will come with me, so that you can have the imbibing time all to yourself. It would be a pity to spoil your great masterpiece." Lois was surprised at Miss Westcote's sarcasm, and, she fully expected that Bramshaw would be angry. But he did not appear to mind in the least.
I expect one of you will have to pay well for them, but I had better take a lawyer with me." Clement named the solicitor who had the charge of the Vanderkist affairs. "Better than Staples, or Bramshaw & Anderson. Yes, it would be best to have no previous knowledge of the family, and no neighbourly acquaintance. Moreover, I am not exactly an interested party, so I may be better attended to."
I'm getting tired of doing nothing." "But there's nothing to be gained by fighting," Bramshaw protested. "What reason have we for fighting?" Jasper gave a sarcastic laugh, and looked the artist up and down. "You certainly wouldn't gain much by fighting, but I would.
"Would it surprise you, Captain, to learn that Melburne Telford, alias Sydney Bramshaw, is David Findley's nephew?" Mr. Westcote asked. "His nephew!" the captain exclaimed. "Old David's nephew!" "Yes, that's who he is, and David and Simon Dockett were brothers." "Good heavens!" the captain ejaculated. "What's the meaning of it all, I'd like to know?" "Let me tell you," Mr. Westcote replied.
Sydney Bramshaw, I believe you are a miserable sneak, ay, and worse, and it would be a great satisfaction for me to get my hands on your measly carcass just for two minutes." Under the impulse of the moment Jasper had left the road and approached close to the artist. The latter shrank back and his face paled at the action of his formidable opponent. "Bah! I wouldn't touch you," Jasper sneered.
"Come, come, Miss Westcote," Bramshaw protested, as he stroked his silky moustache with the soft white fingers of his right hand. "Artists, you should realise, are generally misunderstood. You cannot judge us according to ordinary standards. We are often most intensely busy when we seem to be inactive.
Bramshaw cried, rising to his feet. "I was willing to be friendly with you, but you insult me to my face." "That's much better than insulting you behind your back, isn't it? You are sure who does it and you can act accordingly." "Is that a challenge to fight?" "Take it any way you like. I am anxious to get my hands on somebody to-day, for I want a little exercise.
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