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He is a practising physician. "'What's the matter with Bryce?" he repeated. Jimmie blushed. "Haven't you read 'Bryce's Commonwealth?" I broke in, to give Jimmie time to get on his legs again. "Is there a book on American government by an American that I never heard of?" asked Nordau of Jimmie.
True, the Barthorpe police had already reported that they could tell nothing about any Braden, but that, in Bryce's opinion, was neither here nor there he had already come to the conclusion that Braden was an assumed name. And if he went to Barthorpe, he was not going to trouble the police he knew better methods than that of finding things out. Was he going? was it worth his while?
"The good old wrist-lock does the trick," he announced; and stooping, he grasped the woods-boss by the collar with his left hand, lifted him, and struck him a terrible blow in the face with his right. But for the arm that upheld him, Rondeau would have fallen. To have him fall, however, was not part of Bryce's plan.
It has been repeatedly stated by members who were constant attendants at the meetings of the Irish Party that the subject of the Labourers' grievances was never once discussed at any meeting of the party until the agitation in Ireland had first compelled the introduction of Mr Bryce's Bill.
But he had come, at last, and he had evidently tracked Ransford to Wrychester why, otherwise, had he presented himself at Ransford's door on that eventful morning which was to witness his death? Nothing, in Bryce's opinion, could be clearer. Brake had turned up. He and Ransford had met most likely in the precincts of the Cathedral.
There wasn't a sound to be heard; even the eternal clatter of the typewriter had ceased. With a caution born of experience I tip-toed up the passage, all my senses instinctively on the alert. The door of Bryce's room was still locked and everything, to all outward seeming, was just as I had left it.
Should the engineer and fireman decide to leave the locomotive at the logging-camp for the night, Bryce's task would be as simple as turning a hose down a squirrel-hole.
If there had been any one to come forward the bank-manager's evidence would surely have proved an incentive to speed for there was a sum of ten thousand pounds awaiting John Braden's next-of-kin. In Bryce's opinion the chance of putting in a claim to ten thousand pounds is not left waiting forty-eight hours whoever saw such a chance would make instant use of telegraph or telephone.
When Bryce had hurried to the side of his employer and had thrown a pitcher of water over him, it was not long before Clewe revived. In answer to Bryce's inquiries he simply replied that he supposed he had been too much excited by the success of his work. "You see," said he, "that was not a hole at all that you were looking into; it was the solid earth made transparent by the Artesian ray.
"You'll know soon enough," Bryce said with a chuckle. He looked right past them into the shadows of the trees, on his face the joyful expression of a man who sees the long-locked gates of his prison swing open before him. Both men whirled round with a chorus of oaths. They were quite positive that Bryce's mate had stolen a march on them and crept up behind their backs.
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