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No he didn't come to Wrychester for any such purpose as that! But " He paused and gave Folliot a meaning glance out of the corner of his eyes. "Aye what?" asked Folliot. "I think he met at least one of 'em here," said Glassdale, quietly. "And perhaps both." "Leading to misfortune for him?" suggested Folliot. "If you like to put it that way yes," assented Glassdale.
My stepfather had gone in there for the morning service strict old church-goer he is, you know and he saw this stranger going up the stairway. He's positive, Mr. Folliot, that it was then five minutes to ten. Now, then, I ask you isn't he right, my stepfather, when he says that it must have happened at once immediately? "Because that man, Varner, the mason, says he saw the man fall before ten.
And since you will talk of this matter, I tell you frankly, Mrs. Folliot, that I don't believe any decent person in Wrychester has the least suspicion or doubt of Dr. Ransford. His denial of any share or complicity in those sad affairs the mere idea of it as ridiculous as it's wicked was quite sufficient.
Henry, in dread of excommunication, resolved to have his son Henry crowned, to reign jointly with him, and the difficulty arose that no one could lawfully perform the coronation but the primate. Letters prohibiting the bishops from taking part in the coronation were sent by Becket, but, in the meantime, Gilbert Folliot had been appealing to Rome against his own excommunication.
"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.
"Oh, my dear, you can't be quite so very so very, shall we say ingenuous? as all that!" exclaimed Mrs. Folliot. "These rumours! of course, they are very wicked and cruel ones, but you know they have spread. Dear me! why, they have been common talk!" "I don't think my guardian cares twopence for common talk, Mrs. Folliot," answered Mary. "And I am quite sure I don't."
Without replying in words to this suggestion, Folliot led the way through his rose-trees to a far corner of his grounds, where an old building of grey stone, covered with ivy, stood amongst high trees. He turned the key of a doorway and motioned Bryce to enter. "Quiet enough in here, doctor," he observed. "You've never seen this place bit of a fancy of mine."
"Collishaw?" "Nor that, neither," answered Folliot, hastily. "Maybe I know something about both, but neither you nor the police nor anybody could fasten me to either matter! Granting all you say to be true, where's the positive truth?" "What about circumstantial evidence," asked Bryce. "You'd have a job to get it," retorted Folliot. "Supposing that all you say is true about about past matters?
He might have been for half a dozen reasons." Folliot looked at her out of his half-shut eyes. "Some people would want to know why Ransford didn't tell that at the inquest," he answered. "That's all. When there's a bit of mystery, you know eh?" He nodded as if reassuringly and went off to rejoin his gardener, and Mary walked home with her roses, more thoughtful than ever.
"In my opinion our Coroner a worthy man otherwise is not sufficiently particular. I said to Mr. Folliot this morning, on reading the newspaper, that in my view that inquest should have been adjourned for further particulars. Now I know of one particular that was never mentioned at the inquest!" "Oh?" said Bryce. "And what?" "Mrs. Deramore, who lives, as you know, next to Dr.
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