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Page 110
Mitchington and the detective were just about to walk down to
the railway-station to meet Ransford, in accordance with his
telegram. At sight of Glassdale they went back into the
inspector's office. Glassdale closed the door and favoured
them with a knowing smile.
"Something else for you, inspector!" he said. "Mixed up a bit
with last night's affair, too. About these mysteries--Braden
and Collishaw--I can tell you one man who's in them."
"Who, then?" demanded Mitchington.
Glassdale went a step nearer to the two officials and lowered
his voice.
"The man who's known here as Stephen Folliot," he answered.
"That's a fact!"
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Mitchington. Then he laughed
incredulously. "Can't believe it!" he continued. "Mr.
Folliot! Must be some mistake!"
"No mistake," replied Glassdale. "Besides, Folliot's only an
assumed name. That man is really one Falkiner Wraye, the man
Braden, or Brake, was seeking for many a year, the man who
cheated Brake and got him into trouble. I tell you it's a
fact! He's admitted it, or as good as done so, to me just
now."
"To you? And--let you come away and spread it?" exclaimed
Mitchington. "That's incredible! more astonishing than the
other!"
Glassdale laughed.
"Ah, but I let him think I could be squared, do you see?" he
said. "Hush-money, you know. He's under the impression that
I'm to go back to him this evening to settle matters. I knew
so much--identified him, as a matter of fact--that he'd no
option. I tell you he's been in at both these affairs
--certain! But--there's another man."
"Who's he?" demanded Mitchington.
"Can't say, for I don't know, though I've an idea he'll be a
fellow that Brake was also wanting to find," replied
Glassdale. "But anyhow, I know what I'm talking about when I
tell you of Folliot. You'd better do something before he
suspects me."
Mitchington glanced at the clock.
"Come with us down to the station," he said. "Dr. Ransford's
coming in on this express from town; he's got news for us.
We'd better hear that first. Folliot!--good Lord!--who'd have
believed or even dreamed it!"
"You'll see," said Glassdale as they went out.
"Maybe Dr. Ransford's got the same information." Ransford
was out of the train as soon as it ran in, and hurried to
where Mitchington and his companions were standing. And
behind him, to Mitchington's surprise, came old Simpson
Harker, who had evidently travelled with him. With a silent
gesture Mitchington beckoned the whole party into an empty
waiting-room and closed its door on them.
"Now then, inspector," said Ransford without preface or
ceremony, "you've got to act quickly! You got my wire--a few
words will explain it. I went up to town this morning in
answer to a message from the bank where Braden lodged his
money when he returned to England. To tell you the truth, the
managers there and myself have, since Braden's death, been
carrying to a conclusion an investigation which I began on
Braden's behalf--though he never knew of it--years ago. At
the bank I met Mr. Harker here, who had called to find
something out for himself. Now I'll sum things up in a
nutshell: for years Braden, or Brake, had been wanting to find
two men who cheated him. The name of one is Wraye, of the
other, Flood. I've been trying to trace them, too. At last
we've got them. They're in this town, and without doubt the
deaths of both Braden and Collishaw are at their door! You
know both well enough. Wraye is-"
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