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That amount will be paid for satisfactory information by Phipps & Maynard. And Phipps & Maynard are Ransford's solicitors! That bill, sir, comes from him! And now the other, the thousand pound one, that offers the reward to any one who can give definite information as to the circumstances attending the death of John Braden to be paid by Mr. Beachcroft. And he's Mr. Folliot's solicitor!
But six o'clock came and she had seen no sign of him; then, as she was beginning to think that he had missed the afternoon train she saw him, at the opposite side of the Close, talking earnestly to Dick, who presently came towards the house while Ransford turned back into Folliot's garden. Dick Bewery came hurriedly in.
And now we'll go on to Folliot's there's a way to his house round here." Mrs. Folliot was out, Sackville Bonham was still where Bryce had left him, at the golf-links, when the pursuers reached Folliot's. A parlourmaid directed them to the garden; a gardener volunteered the suggestion that his master might be in the old well-house and showed the way.
"I say!" he said, almost whispering. "Don't be frightened the doctor's all right but there's something awful just happened. At Folliot's." "What" she demanded. "Speak out, Dick! I'm not frightened. What is it?" Dick shook his head as if he still scarcely realized the full significance of his news. "It's all a licker to me yet!" he answered.
"The man who's known here as Stephen Folliot," he answered. "That's a fact!" "Nonsense!" exclaimed Mitchington. Then he laughed incredulously. "Can't believe it!" he continued. "Mr. Folliot! Must be some mistake!" "No mistake," replied Glassdale. "Besides, Folliot's only an assumed name.
"Hell and What's this mean?" Bryce looked in the direction pointed out. Behind the pergola of rambler roses the figures of men were coming towards the old well-house led by one of Folliot's gardeners. Suddenly they emerged into full view, and in front of the rest was Mitchington and close behind him the detective, and behind him Glassdale!
The fact is, Folliot shot him with a revolver killed him on the spot. And then Folliot poisoned himself took the same stuff, the doctor said, that finished that chap Collishaw, and died instantly. It was in Folliot's old well-house. The doctor was there and the police." "What does it all mean?" asked Mary. "Don't know.
He'll bluff it out if he can, but he's just admitted to me " Mitchington thrust Bryce aside, almost roughly. "We know all about that!" he said. "I shall have a word or two for you later! Come on, now " The men crowded up the stairway into Folliot's snuggery, Bryce, wondering at the inspector's words and manner, following closely behind him and the detective and Glassdale, who led the way.
Folliot's large countenance. "You!" she exclaimed. "To establish Dr. Ransford's innocence? Why, Mrs. Folliot, what have you done?" Mrs. Folliot toyed a little with the jewelled head of her sunshade. Her expression became almost coy. "Oh, well!" she answered after a brief spell of indecision. "Perhaps it is as well that you should know, Miss Bewery.
She saw him go away and cross the Close." "Did she tell you that?" demanded Mary, who knew Mrs. Deramore for a gossip. "Between ourselves," said Bryce, "she did not! She told Mrs. Folliot Mrs. Folliot told me." "So it is talked about!" exclaimed Mary. "I said so," assented Bryce. "You know what Mrs. Folliot's tongue is." "Then Dr. Ransford will get to hear of it," said Mary.
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