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Margaret enquired. "Have that Bramshaw detained. I have received some additional information to-day, and with what Miss Sinclair has just told me it should be enough to arrest any man. Now, I must come to the question I wish to speak to you about," and he turned to Lois. "You have told me your story and in return I shall relate one perhaps of a more startling nature."
She has written to Mr. Bramshaw to sell out for her, and send her the amount, and he is terribly vexed; but she is of age, and there are no trustees nor any one to stop it.
You should tell father all you know, and I am sure he will take action at once." "And will he have Bramshaw arrested?" Lois asked. "What else will there be to do? It would not do to let him escape with such evidence against him. It will be necessary for him to explain about that letter and his suspicious actions and threat to Betty. We have really no time to lose.
"He didn't even speak to me. But I saw him cross the brightly-lighted lane leading to the Haven. He plunged among the trees and disappeared." "Did you know him?" Jasper asked, now much interested. "Yes. I met him once in the city at Mrs. Dingle's party. He is an English artist, Sydney Bramshaw by name, and he affected me then like a terrible night-mare.
His brush was poised in hand as if he had merely paused in his work of sketching a bunch of birch trees a short distance away. "You seem to be in a great hurry," the artist repeated, evidently enjoying the forbidding expression upon Jasper's face. "Well, what of it?" was the curt reply. "It's a free country, isn't it?" "That all depends," and Bramshaw laid down his brush in a thoughtful manner.
"Have you ever seen him since, Captain?" "Not until he struck this place, travelling under the name of Sydney Bramshaw. I knew him, though he didn't know me," and the captain smiled as he ran his hand over his bearded face. "I didn't have this then.
"One would think that you had never seen a man before." "But not such a man as that, Margaret," and Lois sat down by the girl's side. "Something tells me that he had much to do with the murder of poor old David." "Whatever put such a foolish notion as that into your head?" and Margaret looked keenly into Lois' face. "Sydney Bramshaw is merely a harmless artist, and wouldn't hurt a fly."
Miss Harrison was positive that Sir Henry Walkinghame had some right there, and would not Dr. May apply to him? Mrs. Grey thought it ought to be part of the Drydale estate, and Miss Boulder was certain that Mr. Bramshaw knew all about it. "If I am not mistaken, the land is a copyhold of Sir Henry Walkinghame, held under the manor of Drydale, which belongs to M College, and is underlet to Mr.
'And I, said Henry, 'will bring Bramshaw to see what is to be done. Leonard wrung his brother's hand, murmuring something of love to his sisters; then put Mab into Dr. May's arms, with injunctions that the little creature understood and obeyed, for though trembling and whining under her breath, she was not resisting.
That moon and sparkling lights did not shine alone for Gerald and Dolores. There were multitudes on the cliffs and the beach, and Sir Ferdinand and Lady Travis Underwood with their party had come to an irregular sort of dinner-supper at St. Andrew's Rock. With them, or rather before them, came Mr. Bramshaw, the engineer, who sent in his card to Mr.
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