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He may be staying here, though we see him seldom, for it's a barrack of a house it is. The same thought had struck me for a moment, but was dismissed immediately. It certainly was not Doctor Bryerly's figure which I had seen. So, without any new light gathered from this apparition, we went on our way, and made our little sketch of the ruined bridge.
We made search everywhere, except in the cabinet, which I would on no account permit to be opened except, according to his direction, by Dr. Bryerly's hand. But nowhere was a will, or any document resembling one, to be found. I had now, therefore, no doubt that his will was placed in the cabinet.
We had several hours still to wait for the arrival of the post. For both of us the delay was a suspense; for me an almost agonising one. At length, at an unlooked-for moment, Branston did enter the room with the post-bag. There was a large letter, with the Feltram post-mark, addressed to Lady Knollys it was Doctor Bryerly's despatch; we read it together.
He had but sufficient to support himself and his horse, and the poor boy, for three or four more days. Imagination pictured that poor boy's bright countenance, looking up to him for food and help, and finding none, and grasping Bryerly's hand, he said, in a low voice, "It is a bargain. Where and how shall I join you?"
I saw Uncle Silas's wild and piercing eye rest suspiciously on me for a moment, as if to ascertain whether I felt the spirit of Doctor Bryerly's almost interruption; and, nearly at the same moment, stuffing his papers into his capacious coat pockets, Doctor Bryerly rose and took his leave. When he was gone, I bethought me that now was a good opportunity of making my complaint of Dickon Hawkes.
Uncle Silas's ambassador, sitting close behind, had insinuated his face between Doctor Bryerly's and the reader's of the will. 'On behalf of the surviving brother of the testator, interposed the delegate, just as Abel Grimston had cleared his voice to begin, 'I take leave to apply for a copy of this instrument.
I would have given anything to go and point to the tiny inscription, and say: 'This is Doctor Bryerly's address in London. I scratched it with my scissors' point, taking every precaution lest anyone you, my good friends, included should surprise me. I have ever since kept this secret to myself, and trembled whenever your frank kind faces looked into the press. There you at last know all about it.
My ugly, vulgar, true friend was disappearing beyond those gigantic lime trees which hid Bartram from the eyes of the outer world. The fly, with the doctor's valise on top, vanished, and I sighed an anxious sigh. The shadow of the over-arching trees contracted, and I felt helpless and forsaken; and glancing down the torn leaf, Doctor Bryerly's address met my eye, between my fingers.
There was a sly scepticism, I thought, in Doctor Bryerly's sharp face; and hardly waiting for the impressive 'never, he said 'I forgot to ask, who is your banker? 'Oh! Bartlet and Hall, Lombard Street, answered Uncle Silas, dryly and shortly. Dr. Bryerly made a note of it, with an expression of face which seemed, with a sly resolution, to say, 'You shan't come the anchorite over me.
Along with these lay a large envelope, inscribed with the words 'Directions to be complied with immediately on my death. One of which was, 'Let the event be forthwith published in the county and principal London papers. This step had been already taken. We found no record of Dr. Bryerly's address.
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