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The boy stared in silence at the still figure, but the inspector, after a hasty glance, turned a horrified face on Bryce. "Good Lord!" he gasped. "It's Collishaw!" Bryce for the moment failed to comprehend this, and Mitchington shook his head. "Collishaw!" he repeated. "Collishaw, you know! The man I told you about yesterday afternoon. The man that said "
I'll tell you frankly, now, Mitchington, that when we talked once before about this affair, I didn't tell you all I might have told. I'd my reasons for reticence. But now I'll give you full particulars of what happened that morning within my knowledge pay attention, both of you, and you'll see how one thing fits into another.
I've been to tell Collishaw's family what's happened. And I'm fairly dazed by it yet it's there it is so!" "What's so?" demanded Bryce. "What is it that's true?" Mitchington bent closer over the table. "Dr. Ransford was fetched to Collishaw's cottage at six o'clock this morning!" he said. "It seems that Collishaw's wife has been in a poor way about her health of late, and Dr.
Bryce, judging it advisable to keep away from Mitchington just then, and, for similar reasons, keeping away from Harker also, went out of the crowded building alone to be joined in the street outside by Sackville Bonham, whom he had noticed in court, in company with his stepfather, Mr. Folliot. Folliot, Bryce had observed, had stopped behind, exchanging some conversation with the Coroner.
For whoever it was that Collishaw saw lay hands on Braden, it wasn't Bryce Bryce, we know, was at that time coming across the Close or crossing that path through the part you call Paradise: Varner's evidence proves that. So if the fifty pounds wasn't paid for hush-money, what was it paid for?" "Do you suggest anything?" asked Mitchington.
Old Simpson Harker, who sat near the librarian's table, his hands folded on the crook of his stout walking stick, glanced out of a pair of unusually shrewd and bright eyes at Bryce as he crossed the room and approached the pair of gossipers. "I think the doctor was there when that book you're speaking of was found," he remarked. "So I understood from Mitchington."
"Have you done anything towards finding out who this unfortunate man is?" asked Ransford, after a brief examination, as he turned to Mitchington. "Evidently a stranger but he probably has papers on him." "There's nothing on him except a purse, with plenty of money in it," answered Mitchington. "I've been through his pockets myself: there isn't a scrap of paper not even as much as an old letter.
"Get it while he's in the mood." "Let him take his own time," advised Jettison. "But you mark me! he knows a lot! This is only an instalment." Ransford came back with Dick Bewery, clad in a loud patterned and gaily coloured suit of pyjamas. "Now, Dick," said Ransford. "Tell Inspector Mitchington precisely what happened this evening, within your own knowledge."
"And, as I've said, doctor," chimed in Mitchington, "can't you give us a bit of information, now? You see the line we're on? Now, as it's evident you once knew Braden, or Brake " "I have never said so!" interrupted Ransford sharply. "Well we infer it, from the undoubted fact that he called here," remarked Mitchington. "And if " "Wait!" said Ransford.
And they think these chaps like Mitchington and the London man that Ransford certainly had a motive for getting rid of Braden when they met." "What was the motive?" asked Mary. "They've found out something perhaps a good deal about what happened between Braden and Ransford some years ago," replied Bryce.
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