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And Folliot and Bryce saw them coming and looked at each other. "Glassdale!" exclaimed Bryce. "By heaven, man! he's told on you!" Folliot was still staring through the window. He saw Ransford and Harker following the leading figures. And suddenly he turned to Bryce. "You've no hand in this?" he demanded. "I?" exclaimed Bryce. "I never knew till just now!" Folliot pointed to the door.
"He went to town by the first express, and I have had a lot of bother arranging about his patients." "Did he hear about this discovery of the Saxonsteade jewels before he went?" asked Folliot. "Suppose he wouldn't though wasn't known until the weekly paper came out this morning. Queer business! You've heard, of course?" "Dr. Short told me," answered Mary. "I don't know any details."
And there was no one about, either, in that part of Folliot's big garden. "I want a bit of talk with you," said Bryce as Folliot closed the door and turned down a side-path to a still more retired region. "Private talk. Let's go where it's quiet."
And Ransford turned and saw Mary Bewery walking there with a tall lad, whom he recognized as one Sackville Bonham, stepson of Mr. Folliot, a wealthy resident of the Close. The two young people were laughing and chatting together with evident great friendliness. "Perhaps," remarked Bryce quietly, "her ideas run in that direction? In which case, Dr. Ransford, you'll have trouble. For Mrs.
"I told Mrs. Deramore she'd far better hold her tongue," continued Folliot. "Tittle-tattle of that sort is apt to lead to unpleasantness. And when it came to it, it turned out that all she had seen was this stranger strolling across the Close as if he'd just left your house. If there's always some if!
"But," he added, leaning closer to his companion across the table, "I can tell you this there's wheels within wheels! You understand! And things'll be coming out. Got to! We can't as a family let Ransford lie under that cloud, don't you know. We must clear him. That's precisely why Mr. Folliot offered his reward.
"A man who by giving away another man gave himself away would be a damned fool!" he answered. "If there is another man " "As if there must be!" interrupted Bryce. "Then he's safe!" concluded Folliot. "You'll get nothing from me about him!" "And nobody can get at you except through him?" asked Bryce. "That's about it," assented Folliot laconically. Bryce laughed cynically.
The school had the first innings, which resulted in the discomfiture of Fielder, one of their crack champions, and with no great honour to any one except Folliot, the Dux, and Leonard Ward, who both acquitted themselves so creditably, that it was allowed that if others had done as well, Stoneborough might have had a chance.
"You mean to tell me that, even now, you don't know that Brake had two children, and that that oh, it's incredible!" "What's incredible?" asked Folliot. "What are you talking about?" Bryce in his eagerness and surprise grasped Folliot's arm and shook it. "Good heavens, man!" he said. "Those two wards of Ransford's are Brake's girl and boy! Didn't you know that, didn't you?"
There he lay till a sudden burst of voices and cheers showed that the battle was over. The result? He could not believe eyes or ears as he opened the door, to behold the triumphant gestures of Stoneborough, and the crestfallen air of his own side, and heard the words, 'Folliot missed two chances of long-leg Ward tremendous rush caught him out with only one run to tie. Dr.
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