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Bryce, I see. But " Bryce smiled and dropped into a garden chair at Glassdale's side. "You needn't be afraid of talking to me," he answered. "I'm well known in Wrychester.
He got wrong, somehow, and he forged the Duke's name to a cheque. Now, then, considering who Glassdale is, and that he was certainly a fellow-convict of Brake's, and that I myself saw him here in Wrychester on the day of Brake's death what's the conclusion to be drawn? That Brake wanted to see the Duke on some business of Glassdale's! Without a doubt!
"I shouldn't wonder," remarked Bryce, reflectively, and almost as if speaking to himself, "I shouldn't at all wonder if Glassdale's the sort of man who can be bought. He, no doubt, has his price. But all that Glassdale knows is nothing to what I know." Folliot had allowed his cigar to go out. He threw it away, took a fresh one from the box, and slowly struck a match and lighted it.
"I shouldn't wonder," replied Glassdale. "And if it is made worth my while." Folliot mused a little. Then he tapped Glassdale's elbow. "You see," he said, confidentially, "it might be, you know, that I had a little purpose of my own in offering that reward. It might be that it was a very particular friend of mine that had the misfortune to have incurred this man Braden's hatred.
And as Brake's dead, Glassdale's spoken, but" here the old man paused and gave his companion a shrewd look "the question still remains: How did Brake come to his end?" Dick Bewery burst in upon his sister and Ransford with a budget of news such as it rarely fell to the lot of romance-loving seventeen to tell.
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