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"And he has two young people living with him as his wards a girl of twenty, a boy of seventeen who are, without doubt, John Brake's children. It is the daughter that I want to marry." Glassdale shook his head as if in sheer perplexity. "Well, all I can say is, you surprise me!" he remarked. "I'd no idea of any such thing." "Do you think Brake came to Wrychester because of that?" asked Bryce.
"And what use do you intend to put your knowledge to, if one may ask?" he inquired, half sneeringly. "You said just now that you'd no doubt that man Glassdale could be bought, and I'm inclining to think that you're one of those men that have their price. What is it?" "We've not come to that," retorted Bryce. "You're a bit mistaken.
"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.
"Can't say, for I don't know, though I've an idea he'll be a fellow that Brake was also wanting to find," replied Glassdale. "But anyhow, I know what I'm talking about when I tell you of Folliot. You'd better do something before he suspects me." Mitchington glanced at the clock. "Come with us down to the station," he said. "Dr. Ransford's coming in on this express from town; he's got news for us.
"What did you want to see me about?" he asked. Bryce, who had lighted a cigar, looked across its smoke at the imperturbable face opposite. "You've just had Glassdale here," he observed quietly. "I saw him leave you." Folliot nodded without any change of expression. "Aye, doctor," he said. "And what do you know about Glassdale, now?"
"Never a word of 'em!" replied Glassdale. "Never knew he had any!" "Did he never speak of his past?" asked Bryce. "Not in that respect," answered Glassdale. "I'd no idea that he was or had been a married man. He certainly never mentioned wife nor children to me, sir, and yet I knew Brake about as intimately as two men can know each other for some years before we came back to England."
He led Harker back to Paradise and to the place where he had left Dick Bewery, whom they approached so quietly that Bryce was by the lad's side before Dick knew he was there. And Harker, after one glance at the ring of faces, drew Bryce back and put his lips close to his ear and breathed a name in an almost imperceptible yet clear whisper. "Glassdale!" Bryce started for the third time.
He walked with Glassdale to the garden door, and stood there watching his visitor go away up the side of the high wall until he turned into the path across Paradise. And then, as Folliot was retreating to his roses, he saw Bryce coming over the Close and Bryce beckoned to him.
Without a word, Bryce snatched up his hat from the table of the summer-house, and went swiftly away a new scheme, a new idea in his mind. Glassdale, journeying into Wrychester half an hour after Bryce had left him at the Saxonsteade Arms, occupied himself during his ride across country in considering the merits of the two handbills which Bryce had given him.
You know both well enough. Wraye is-" "Mr. Folliot!" interrupted Mitchington, pointing to Glassdale. "So he's just told us; he's identified him as Wraye. But the other who's he, doctor?" Ransford glanced at Glassdale as if he wished to question him, but instead he answered Mitchington's question. "The other man," he said, "the man Flood, is also a well-known man to you. Fladgate!"
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