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Updated: May 15, 2025
She felt sure that Melburne Telford was none other than Sydney Bramshaw. But how was she to prove it? Where could the person be found who could identify him? she asked herself. "What do you think of the story?" Margaret asked, as she studied Lois' face in an effort to divine her thoughts. "It is most interesting," was the reply, "and it explains things I could not understand before.
It was a common occurrence for people from the city to camp along the river during the summer months, and people did not wonder about this one among the trees. They all knew that Bramshaw was an artist of some note, and they felt rather pleased that he had come to Creekdale to obtain some pictures.
She tried to reason it out, but her thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Dingle who stood suddenly before her. "Lois, dear," she heard her say, "I want you to meet my famous guest, Mr. Sydney Bramshaw, the noted English artist, who has favoured us with his presence to-night.
Your brother hath done without you this many a year, and, as I gather, he hath never walked as far as Beaulieu to see you during all that time, so he cannot be in any great need of you." "Besides," said John, "the Socman of Minstead is a by-word through the forest, from Bramshaw Hill to Holmesley Walk. He is a drunken, brawling, perilous churl, as you may find to your cost."
'I'll tell you what, Henry, he said, as they drove out of the courtyard, 'we'll bring out Bramshaw to watch the case. He will see through this horrible mystery, and throw the suspicion in the right quarter, whatever that may be, depend upon it. Henry had thrown himself back in the carriage with averted face, and only answered by a groan. 'Come, don't be so downcast, said Dr.
May, who by this time had gathered some idea of what he had gone through, and saw that he was restless, nervous, and unhinged, began to reconsider the expedience of another night journey, and was, for once in his life, the person cool enough to see that it would be wisest to call Bramshaw into their counsels, and only that night to send up a note mentioning that they would do themselves the honour of calling at the Home Office the next day, on matters connected with the intelligence received that morning from the British Embassy at Paris.
There could surely be nothing else which would cause her to leave her and go to the loneliness of her own room. She said nothing to Betty, however, of her thoughts, but bade her good-bye and hurried on her way. Coming at length to the spot where Bramshaw had been living, she glanced to the left as if expecting to see him.
He has been trying to get my father to give him the position of looking after an old man up the river. Mr. Randall has been doing it, and Bramshaw wants to have him discharged so he can get the job. Just think of that." "Why should he wish to do that?" Lois asked in great surprise. "If he is an artist why should he want to take care of old David?" "So you know the old man?" Miss Westcote enquired.
But how are we to prove that Sydney Bramshaw is really Simon Dockett's nephew?" "Perhaps father may know more about it than we do," Margaret suggested. "He must have received notice of Simon Dockett's death." Lois was about to reply when a sudden thought flashed into her mind, which caused her face to flush with excitement. "What is it, dear?" Margaret questioned, noticing her agitation.
But no sign of him did she see, and great was her surprise to find that his tent was gone. She rubbed her eyes, thinking that she had not seen aright. But, no, there was no mistake. Bramshaw had gone, and had taken all his belongings with him. This was strange, and as she walked along she began to muse as to where he had gone and the purpose of his hasty departure.
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