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And in the struggle he slipped it was just by that open doorway and before I could do more than grasp at him, he shot through the opening and fell! It was sheer, pure accident, gentlemen! Upon my soul, I hadn't the least intention of harming him." "And after that?" asked Mitchington, at the end of a brief silence. "I saw Mr. Folliot Wraye," continued Flood. "Just afterwards, that was.
"Whose handwriting's that?" demanded Mitchington. Bryce looked closer, and started. "Ransford's!" he muttered. "Ransford of course!" "That box was in Collishaw's waistcoat pocket," said Mitchington. "There are pills inside it, now. See!" He took off the lid of the box and revealed four sugar-coated pills. "It wouldn't hold more than six, this," he observed.
"We're done!" answered Bryce. "I was a fool not to go last night! We're forestalled, my friend! that's about it!" "By whom?" inquired Harker. "There are five of them at it, now," replied Bryce. "Mitchington, a mason, one of the cathedral clergy, a stranger, and the Duke of Saxonsteade! What do you think of that?" Harker suddenly started as if a new light had dawned on him.
The two men, watching him narrowly, saw that his fingers were steady as rocks as he struck the match. "Yes," he said as he threw the match away. "I saw you busy." In spite of himself Mitchington could not repress a start nor a glance at Jettison. But Jettison was as imperturbable as Bryce himself, and Mitchington raised a forced laugh. "You did!" he said, incredulously.
"Good Heavens, man I know that!" "How do you know?" asked Mitchington. "Because I poured a few drops from that bottle into my hand when I first found Collishaw and tasted the stuff," answered Bryce readily. "Cold tea! with too much sugar in it. There was no H.C.N. in that besides, wherever it is, there's always a smell stronger or fainter of bitter almonds. There was none about that bottle."
Therefore, whatever Collishaw saw, before or at the time that accident happened, it wasn't Bryce who was mixed up in it. Therefore, why should Bryce pay Collishaw hush-money?" Mitchington, who had evidently been thinking, suddenly pulled out a drawer in his desk and took some papers from it which he began to turn over. "Wait a minute," he said.
Yes? well, we've found all the whole bundle tonight buried in Paradise! And how do you think the secret came out?" "No good at guessing," said Bryce. "It came out," continued Mitchington, "through a man who, with Braden Braden, mark you! got in possession of it it's a long story and, with Braden, was going to reveal it to the Duke that very day Braden was killed.
Explains a lot." "But," continued Ransford, "what I have to tell you now is of a much more serious and confidential nature. Now, do you know but, of course, you don't! that your proceedings tonight were watched?" "Watched!" exclaimed Mitchington. "Who watched us?" "Harker, for one," answered Ransford. "And for another my late assistant, Mr. Pemberton Bryce." Mitchington's jaw dropped.
Partingley that he and the other man, Dellingham, spent the evening together?" said Bryce. "So we did but that was not quite so," replied Mitchington. "Braden went out of the Mitre just before nine o'clock and he didn't return until a few minutes after eleven. Now, then, where did he go?"
"Does Mitchington know that I overheard what he said to you, yesterday afternoon?" he inquired. "No, he doesn't," answered Bryce. "He couldn't possibly know unless I told him. I haven't told him I'm not going to tell him. But he's suspicious already." "Of me, of course," suggested Ransford, with another laugh.
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