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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.
From them he extracted the two handbills which Mitchington had given him and handed them over. "Well, I must go," he said. "I shall no doubt see you again in Wrychester, over this affair. For the present, all this is between ourselves, of course?" "Oh, of course, doctor!" answered Glassdale. "Quite so!" Bryce went off and got his bicycle and rode away in the direction of Wrychester.
In Paradise, at Wrychester, next to, or near, the tomb of Richard Jenkins, or, possibly, Jenkinson, from, or behind, the head, twenty-three, fifteen inches, most likely. There was no doubt that there was the meaning of the words.
Folliot was the presiding spirit in many movements of charity and benevolence; there were people in Wrychester who were unkind enough to say behind her back that she was as meddlesome as she was most undoubtedly autocratic, but, as one of her staunchest clerical defenders once pointed out, these grumblers were what might be contemptuously dismissed as five-shilling subscribers. Mrs.
True, he said to himself, as he walked across the links and over the country which lay between their edge and Wrychester, he had not, even now, the accurate knowledge as to the actual murderer of either Braden or Collishaw that he would have liked, but he knew something that would enable him to ask Mary Bewery point-blank whether he was to be friend or enemy.
Stopping long, doctor?" "Only just to look round," answered Bryce. "I'm off tomorrow morning eleven o'clock," said Harker. "It's a longish journey to Wrychester for old bones like mine." "Oh, you're all right! worth half a dozen younger men," responded Bryce. "You'll see a lot of your contemporaries out, Mr. Harker.
He had no idea of leaving Wrychester he knew of another doctor in the city who was badly in need of help: he would go to him would tell him, if need be, why he had left Ransford.
In any case, in the opinion of the elderly ladies who set the tone of society in Wrychester, Miss Bewery was much too young, and far too pretty, to be left without a chaperon. But, up to then, no one had dared to say as much to Dr. Ransford instead, everybody said it freely behind his back. Bryce had used eyes and ears in relation to the two young people.
Brake came to Wrychester by himself I was to join him next morning: we were then to go to see the Duke together. When I got to Wrychester, I heard of Brake's accident, and being upset by it, I went away again and waited some days until yesterday, when I made up my mind to tell the Duke myself, as I did, with very fortunate results. No, that's the only reason I know of why Brake came this way.
"It seems to me," he said, "that there is no great reason for privacy. If rumours are flying about in Wrychester, there is an end of privacy. Dick tells me they are saying at the school that it is known that Braden called on me at my house shortly before he was found dead. I know nothing whatever of any such call! But I left you in my surgery that morning. Do you know if he came there?"
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