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Bryce read this over twice before handing back the book. "Very strange and mysterious, Mr. Gilwaters," he remarked. "You say that you saw Brake after the case was over. Did you learn anything?" "Nothing whatever!" answered the old clergyman. "I got permission to see him before he was taken away. He did not seem particularly pleased or disposed to see me.
So it's of the utmost importance to me! can or will you tell me who was the Mary Bewery you married to John Brake? Who was John Brake? And what was Mark Ransford to either, or to both?" He was wondering, all the time during which he reeled off these questions, if Mr. Gilwaters was wholly ignorant of the recent affair at Wrychester.
"Clayborne, of course, I remember very well indeed he must be getting an old man now like myself! What is it you want to know, now?" "I shall have to take you into my confidence," replied Bryce, who had carefully laid his plans and prepared his story, "and you, I am sure, Mr. Gilwaters, will respect mine.
He knew at once that he had struck on something, and it was his method to let people take their own time. Mr. Gilwaters had already fallen into something closely resembling a reverie: Bryce sat silently waiting and expectant. And at last the old man leaned forward again, almost eagerly. "What is it you want to know?" he asked, repeating his first question. "Is is there some some mystery?"
'I'm not going to say one word more to any man living, Mr. Gilwaters, he answered determinedly. 'I shall be dead to the world only because I've been a trusting fool! for ten years or thereabouts, but, when I come back to it, I'll let the world see what revenge means! Go away! he concluded. 'I won't say one word more. And I left him."
"I'm going to put a question to you," continued Bryce, leaning nearer and speaking in a low, confidential tone. "You must have seen much of the world, Mr. Gilwaters men of your profession know the world, and human nature, too. Call to mind all the mysterious circumstances, the veiled hints, of that trial.
And his first words in reply to Bryce's questions convinced Bryce that his surmise was correct and that the old man had read nothing of the Wrychester Paradise mystery, in which Ransford's name had, of course, figured as a witness at the inquest. "It is nearly twenty years since I heard any of their names," remarked Mr. Gilwaters. "Nearly twenty years a long time! But, of course, I can answer you.
Bryce?" he said inquiringly. "Dr. Pemberton Bryce?" Bryce made his best bow and assumed his suavest and most ingratiating manner. "I hope I am not intruding on your time, Mr. Gilwaters?" he said.
Gilwaters anxiously. "Shall you " "I shall do nothing whatever in any haste," replied Bryce. "Rely upon me to consider her feelings in everything. As you have been so kind, I will let you know, later, how matters go." This was one of Pemberton Bryce's ready inventions. He had not the least intention of ever seeing or communicating with the late vicar of Braden Medworth again; Mr.
I have a report of the case somewhere, which I cut out of a London newspaper at the time." Mr. Gilwaters rose and turned to an old desk in the corner of his room, and after some rummaging of papers in a drawer, produced a newspaper-cutting book and traced an insertion in its pages. He handed the book to his visitor. "There is the account," he said. "You can read it for yourself.
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