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Updated: June 27, 2025
You will be suspected, perhaps charged. It is inevitable. Now tell me the truth. Was Mostyn Ray in Braster at the time?" "He lectured that night in the village," I answered. Her eyes gleamed with a strange fire. "I knew it!" she exclaimed. "I have him at last, then. I saw him falter when I spoke of your father.
I should never dream of even thinking of getting married till I had a home of my own and an income." He seemed about to say something, but checked himself. We drove on in silence till we came to a dark pile of buildings standing a little way back from the road. He moved his head towards it. "They tell me Braster Grange is took after all," he remarked. "Mr. Hulshaw told me so this morning."
She rose to her feet. Smaller and frailer than ever she seemed, as she stood before Ray, dark and massive. "Your story is plausible," she said coldly. "It may even be true. But, apart from that, I had another and a greater reason for coming to England, for coming to Braster. I came to seek my husband the father of this boy. I am even now in search of him." I held my breath and gazed at Ray.
"I have just arrived from Braster," I answered. "I came here by accident to get something to eat. Is that " I could not go on, but she finished the sentence for me. "Yes!" I set my teeth hard and looked steadily down at the tablecloth. I felt rather than saw that her regard was compassionate. "I am sorry," she murmured. "I would not have brought him here if I had known. You two are better apart.
Down on the shingles I could hear the sea come thundering in with a loud increasing roar, dying monotonously away at regular intervals. I could hear the harsh grinding of the pebbles, the backward swirl of long waves thrown back from the land. I heard the wind come booming across the waste lands, rustling and creaking amongst the few stunted trees in the grounds of Braster Grange.
"Ducaine," he said, "we are in a fix. So far your plan has worked to perfection. Paris has plenty of false information, and your real copies have all reached me safely. But if you leave, how is this to be carried on? I do not know whom I mistrust, but if the day's work of the Board is really to be left in 'the safe, either here or at Braster "
Smith-Lessing, the new tenant of Braster Grange, somewhere between seven and eight o'clock, and barely an hour later I found myself alone in a first-class carriage with her, and a four hours' journey before us. She had arrived at King's Cross apparently only a few minutes before the departure of the train, for the platform was almost deserted when I took my seat.
I watched them until they disappeared, and then I entered my own abode and sat down mechanically before the lunch which Grooton had prepared. I ate and drank as one in a dream. Only last night Ray had said nothing about coming to Braster. Yet, there he was, without luggage, with his arm and head bound up. Just like this I expected to see the man whom I had struck last night.
The next morning Colonel Ray insisted upon my accompanying him to Braster Grange. Lord Blenavon was still there, and we saw him. He was suffering from wounds such as in the darkness I had inflicted upon my assailant of the night before." It seemed to me that even then the Duke would not, or could not, understand.
Now tell me the only persons who, to your knowledge, have entered the 'Brand' since you have been engaged in this work." I answered him at once. "Colonel Ray, Lady Angela Harberly, Lord Blenavon, the Prince of Malors, and a young lady called Blanche Moyat, the daughter of a farmer in Braster at whose house I used sometimes to visit." Lord Chelsford referred to some notes in his hand.
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