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And now, as he put away the scrap of paper in a safely-locked desk, Bryce asked himself another question: Had the events of that morning anything to do with the mystery which hung around Dr. Ransford's wards? If it had, then all the more reason why he should solve it.
I was certain that no one but myself knew that Braden had been to the surgery door therefore, I thought that if I kept silence, his calling there would never be known. But I have since found that I was mistaken. Braden was seen going away from Dr. Ransford's." "By whom?" asked Mary. "Mrs. Deramore at the next house," answered Bryce. "She happened to be looking out of an upstairs window.
His aim was definite he wanted to get Ransford completely into his power, through suspicion of Ransford's guilt in the affairs of Braden and Collishaw.
And to begin with, I'll make a bold assertion I know more of this Wrychester Paradise mystery involving the deaths of both Braden and Collishaw, than any man living because, though you don't know it, Mitchington, I've gone right into it. And I'll tell you in confidence why I went into it I want to marry Dr. Ransford's ward, Miss Bewery!"
Varner here saw it." Ransford's cheek flushed, and he was unable to repress a slight start. He looked at the mason. "You actually saw it!" he exclaimed. "Why, what did you see?" "Him!" answered Varner, nodding at the dead man. "Flung, head and heels, clean through that doorway up there. Hadn't a chance to save himself, he hadn't! Just grabbed at nothing! and came down.
The one thing that concerned him was how best to make use of his knowledge with a view to bringing about a marriage between himself and Mark Ransford's ward. He had set his mind on that for twelve months past, and he was not a man to be baulked of his purpose.
And though Bryce was probably right when he said that the person chiefly concerned was usually the last person to hear what was being whispered, she knew well enough that sooner or later this talk about Ransford would come to Ransford's own ears. But she had no idea that it was to come so soon, nor from her own brother. Lunch in the Ransford menage was an informal meal.
And his first words in reply to Bryce's questions convinced Bryce that his surmise was correct and that the old man had read nothing of the Wrychester Paradise mystery, in which Ransford's name had, of course, figured as a witness at the inquest. "It is nearly twenty years since I heard any of their names," remarked Mr. Gilwaters. "Nearly twenty years a long time! But, of course, I can answer you.
There was a curious air of watchfulness and of secrecy about him in private matters which was as repellent to Ransford's thinking as it was hard to explain. Anyway, in private affairs, he did not like his assistant, and he liked him less than ever as he glanced at him on this particular occasion. "I want a word with you," he said curtly. "I'd better say it now."
And he was still considering the best way of putting his case to her when, having failed to meet her on the way, he at last turned into the Close, and as he approached Ransford's house, saw Mrs. Folliot leaving it. Mary Bewery, like Bryce, had been having a day of events.
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