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Page 104
"Ah--and what might it be, now?" continued Folliot. He gave
Glassdale a look which seemed to denote and imply several
things. "It might be to your advantage to explain a bit, you
know," he added. "One has to be a little--vague, eh?"
"There was a certain man that Braden was very anxious to
find," said Glassdale. "He'd been looking for him for a good
many years."
"A man?" asked Folliot. "One?"
"Well, as a matter of fact, there were two," admitted
Glassdale, "but there was one in particular. The other--the
second--so Braden said, didn't matter; he was or had been,
only a sort of cat's-paw of the man he especially wanted."
"I see," said Folliot. He pulled out a cigar case and offered
a cigar to his visitor, afterwards lighting one himself. "And
what did Braden want that man for?" he asked.
Glassdale waited until his cigar was in full going order
before he answered this question. Then he replied in one
word.
"Revenge!"
Folliot put his thumbs in the armholes of his buff waistcoat
and leaning back, seemed to be admiring his roses.
"Ah!" he said at last. "Revenge, now? A sort of vindictive
man, was he? Wanted to get his knife into somebody, eh?"
"He wanted to get something of his own back from a man who'd
done him," answered Glassdale, with a short laugh. "That's
about it!"
For a minute or two both men smoked in silence. Then Folliot
--still regarding his roses--put a leading question.
"Give you any details?" he asked.
"Enough," said Glassdale. "Braden had been done--over a money
transaction--by these men--one especially, as head and front
of the affair--and it had cost him--more than anybody would
think! Naturally, he wanted--if he ever got the chance--his
revenge. Who wouldn't?"
"And he'd tracked 'em down, eh?" asked Folliot.
"There are questions I can answer, and there are questions I
can't answer," responded Glassdale. "That's one of the
questions I've no reply to. For--I don't know! But--I can
say this. He hadn't tracked 'em down the day before he came
to Wrychester!"
"You're sure of that?" asked Folliot. "He--didn't come here
on that account?"
"No, I'm sure he didn't!" answered Glassdale, readily. "If he
had, I should have known. I was with him till noon the day he
came here--in London--and when he took his ticket at Victoria
for Wrychester, he'd no more idea than the man in the moon as
to where those men had got to. He mentioned it as we were
having a bit of lunch together before he got into the train.
No--he didn't come to Wrychester for any such purpose as that!
But--"
He paused and gave Folliot a meaning glance out of the corner
of his eyes.
"Aye--what?" asked Folliot.
"I think he met at least one of 'em here," said Glassdale,
quietly. "And--perhaps both."
"Leading to--misfortune for him?" suggested Folliot.
"If you like to put it that way--yes," assented Glassdale.
Folliot smoked a while in more reflective silence.
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