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"No; I saw a hand just for one second, as it might be by the edge of the doorway," answered Varner. "I was more for watching him! He sort of tottered for a second on the step outside the door, turned over and screamed I can hear it now! and crashed down on the flags beneath." "How long since?" demanded Bryce. "Five or six minutes," said Varner. "I rushed to him I've been doing what I could.
"You say he fell down that?" he asked. "Whatever was he doing up there?" Mitchington looked at Bryce. "Haven't you told Dr. Ransford how it was?" he asked. "No," answered Bryce. He glanced at Ransford, indicating Varner, who had come back with the constable and was standing by. "He didn't fall," he went on, watching Ransford narrowly. "He was violently flung out of that doorway.
"I don't say that Ransford meant to kill Braden my notion is that they met, had an altercation, probably a struggle, and that Braden lost his life in it. But as regards Collishaw " "Don't forget!" interrupted Mitchington. "Varner swore that he saw Braden flung through that doorway! Flung out! He saw a hand."
And, more if Ransford's assertion were true, and if Varner's story of the hand, seen for an instant in the archway, were also true and Varner was persisting in it then, who was the man who flung Braden to his death that morning? He realized that, instead of straightening out, things were becoming more and more complicated. But he realized something else.
You're not going to get over that, you know. He's certain of it!" "Varner may be as certain of it as he likes," answered Archdale, almost indifferently, "and still he may be mistaken. The probability is that Varner was confused by what he saw. He may have had a white shirt cuff and the sleeve of a black coat impressed upon him, as in a flash and they were probably those of the man who was killed.
That was Varner, the mason he called me." He turned from the lad to glance at the girl, who was peeping curiously over the gate into the yews and cypresses. "Do you think your father's at the Library just now?" he asked. "Shall I find him there?" "I should think he is," answered Betty Campany. "He generally goes down about this time." She turned and pulled Dick Bewery's sleeve.
A stranger walking along there might easily slip, and if the door was open, as it was, he'd be shot out and into space before he knew what was happening." This theory produced a moment's silence broken at last by Sackville Bonham. "Varner says he saw saw! a man's hand, a gentleman's hand," insisted Sackville. "He saw a white shirt cuff, a bit of the sleeve of a coat.
"Somebody couldn't see who, nohow flung him right through yon doorway, up there. He fell right over the steps crash!" Bryce looked over the tops of the yews and cypresses at the doorway in the clerestory to which Varner pointed a low, open archway gained by the half-ruinous stair. It was forty feet at least from the ground. "You saw him thrown!" he exclaimed. "Thrown down there? Impossible, man!"
Look here, Varner! you'll have to get help. You'd better fetch some of the cathedral people some of the vergers. No!" he broke off suddenly, as the low strains of an organ came from within the great building. "They're just beginning the morning service of course, it's ten o'clock. Never mind them go straight to the police. Bring them back I'll stay here."
"All the same," remarked Dick, who knew all the talk of the town, "Varner persists in sticking to what he's said all along.
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