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Brightman for discovering and foretelling the Bishops' downfall; so that they both railed at them, and rejoiced to buy good pennyworths of their land, which their friends of the House of Commons did afford them, as a reward of their diligent assistance to pull them down.
The man Hobson, with whom I was sent to Halifax, and who dragged me off to Chicago, seemed to think that if he could once get his hand on your shoulder there were other charges which you might have to answer. Brightman, that Liverpool man, had the same idea. I am mentioning this for your own sake, Sir Denis." The latter shook his head.
The immediate question, however, is are you going to submit to search or not?" Richard glanced at that ominous glitter in Crawshay's right hand, glanced at Brightman, and at the giant who was standing barely a yard away, and shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose you must do what you want to," he acquiesced sullenly, "but you'll have to answer for it I can tell you that. It's a damnable liberty!"
Brightman, the detective, and I don't think he will trouble you for more than a few minutes." "Please treat me exactly as the others," she begged. The search proceeded for a few moments in silence. Then the detective looked up from the dressing case which he was examining. In his hand he held the envelope addressed to Mrs. Phillips. "Do you mind telling me what this is, Miss Beverley?" he asked.
Nothing further, however, was found. The two men stood up together. "Miss Beverley," Brightman began gravely, Crawshay laid his hand upon the man's arm. "Wait for a moment," he begged. "I wish to have a few words with you outside. We shall be back before long, Miss Beverley." The two men disappeared. Katharine, with a sinking of the heart, heard the key turn on the outside of her stateroom.
"Precisely!" "In a sense," Brightman continued, "that is a toughish job, isn't it, because whoever has them now can make as many copies as he chooses, and one set would be certain to get through." "As against that," Crawshay explained, "some of the most valuable documents are signed letters, of which only the originals would be worth anything.
Pendyce had been a pretty woman, and her feet were as small as ever. Beside her on a spindley table stood a china bowl filled with dried rose-leaves, whereon had been scattered an essence smelling like sweetbriar, whose secret she had learned from her mother in the old Warwickshire home of the Totteridges, long since sold to Mr. Abraham Brightman. Mrs.
"If you have discovered my profession," Jocelyn Thew replied, "you have succeeded where my dearest friends have failed. Pray do not make a secret of it, Mr. Brightman." "I have heard you called an adventurer," was the prompt reply. "It is a term with which I will not quarrel," Jocelyn declared.
"A young officer," he remarked, "presumably English, known to both Miss Beverley and Jocelyn Thew, seems rather a puzzle. He may be the connecting link. I hope to goodness your man won't be long, Brightman." "Are you in a hurry?" the detective asked. Crawshay nodded. "I want to get round to the Savoy," he announced. Brightman smiled slightly.
Brightman declared, with an attempt at cheerfulness. "By-the-by, Mr. Joyce, I hope you got my note?" The manager nodded. "Yes," he assented, "I've made all the arrangements you wished, and the box has not been entered except by the cleaner." "Mr. Thew himself, then, has made no attempt to visit it?" Crawshay enquired. "Not to my knowledge," was the brusque reply.
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