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Underhand work, you understand? However, my particular job is the Collishaw business and there's a bit of information I'd like to get hold of at once. Where's the office of that Friendly Society we heard about last night?" "That'll be the Wrychester Second Friendly," answered Mitchington.
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!"
But the fifth was a stranger a tall man who stood between Mitchington and the Duke, evidently paying anxious attention to the master-mason's proceedings. He was no Wrychester man Bryce was convinced of that. And a moment later he was convinced of another equally certain fact. Whatever these five men were searching for, they had no clear or accurate idea of its exact whereabouts.
And the question now is " "Who did it?" interrupted Bryce. "Precisely! Well I'll say this much at once, Mitchington. Whoever did it was either a big bungler or damned clever! That's what I say!" "I don't understand you," said Mitchington. "Plain enough my meaning," replied Bryce, smiling. "To finish anybody with that stuff is easy enough but no poison is more easily detected.
"You're taking some trouble," remarked Mitchington. "I've told you the reason," answered Bryce. Mitchington hesitated a little; then, with a motion of his head towards the door, beckoned Jettison to follow him. "All right," he said. "There's plenty for us to see into, I'm thinking!" Bryce laughed and pointed to a shelf of books near the fireplace.
"Bless me!" he said. "Remarkable! But he'd a suit-case, or something of the sort something light which he carried up from the railway station himself. Perhaps in that " "I should like to see whatever he had," said Mitchington. "We'd better examine his room, Mrs. Partingley." Bryce presently followed the landlady and the inspector upstairs Mr. Dellingham followed him.
"Bryce was until the very day of Braden's appearance, Ransford's assistant," continued Mitchington. "Been with Ransford about two years. Clever chap, undoubtedly, but certainly deep and, in a way, reserved, though he can talk plenty if he's so minded and it's to his own advantage. He left Ransford suddenly that very morning. I don't know why. Since then he's remained in the town.
"Do you know what Napoleon Bonaparte once gave as sound advice to police?" he asked. "No! Then I'll tell you. 'The art of the police, he said, 'is not to see that which it is useless for it to see. Good counsel, Mitchington!" The two men went away through the midnight streets, and kept silence until they were near the door of Jettison's hotel. Then Mitchington spoke. "Well!" he said.
"I wanted to find out, first, if Ransford gave this box to Collishaw, and when. I'm going to Collishaw's house presently I've certain inquiries to make. His widow'll know about these pills." "You're suspecting Ransford," said Bryce. "That's certain!" Mitchington carefully put away the pill-box and relocked the drawer.
He had only just done this and put back the purse when he heard Varner's voice, and a second later the voice of Inspector Mitchington, a well-known police official. And at that Bryce sprang to his feet, and when the mason and his companions emerged from the bushes was standing looking thoughtfully at the dead man. He turned to Mitchington with a shake of the head.
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