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He let 'em have some thousands; they disappeared, and the bank inspector happened to call at Brake's bank and ask for his balances. And there he was. And that's why he'd Falkiner Wraye on his mind as his one big idea. T'other man was a lesser consideration, Wraye was the chief offender."
My own impression is that he saw what occurred between me and Mr. Brake he was working somewhere up there. I wanted to speak to Collishaw. Wraye wouldn't let me, he bade me leave it to him. A bit later, he told me he'd squared Collishaw with fifty pounds " Mitchington and the detective exchanged looks. "Wraye that's Folliot paid Collishaw fifty pounds, did he?" asked the detective.
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!"
Flood lifted his hand and wiped away the perspiration that had gathered on his face. "Before God, gentlemen!" he answered. "I know no more at least, little more about that than you do! I'll tell you all I do know. Wraye and I, of course, met now and then and talked about this. It got to our ears at last that Collishaw knew something.
She had a gift of description, and Brereton had gained a good notion of Wraye from her letters an ancient and romantic place, set amongst the wild hills of the Border, lonely amidst the moors, and commanding wide views of river and sea. It was evidently the sort of place in which a lover of open spaces, such as he knew Avice to be, could live an ideal life.
At the top of a low hill he paused and looked about him, recognizing the scenes from the descriptions which Avice had given him in her letters. There was Wraye itself a big, old-world place, set amongst trees at the top of a long park-like expanse of falling ground; hills at the back, the sea in the far distance.
Wraye was at that time a sort of financial agent in London, engaging in various doings which, I should imagine, were in the nature of gambles. He was assisted in these by a man who was either a partner with him or a very confidential clerk or agent, one Flood, who is identical with the man you have known lately as Fladgate, the verger.
During those first years of his married life Brake made the acquaintance of a man who came from the same part of Leicestershire that we had met your mother in a man named Falkiner Wraye. I may as well tell you that Falkiner Wraye and Stephen Folliot were one and the same person." Ransford paused, observing that Mary wished to ask a question. "How long have you known that?" she asked.
But first, as you know, I went to Barthorpe. For, though Brake was dead, I felt I must go for this reason. I was certain that he wanted that information for himself the man in Australia was a fiction. I went, then and learned nothing. Except that this Falkiner Wraye had been, as Brake said, a Barthorpe man, years ago. He'd left the town eighteen years since, and nobody knew anything about him.
"One was a man called Falkiner Wraye, and the other man was a man named Flood. Is that enough?" "I think you'd better come and see me this evening," answered Folliot. "Come just about dusk to that door I'll meet you there. Fine roses these of mine, aren't they?" he continued, as they rose. "I occupy myself entirely with 'em."
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