The Paradise Mystery eBook

J. S. Fletcher
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 314 pages of information about The Paradise Mystery.
replying to his assistant’s greeting—­a greeting as quiet as his entrance—­he went on reading his letters, and Bryce turned off to that part of the surgery in which the drugs were kept, and busied himself in making up some prescription.  Ten minutes went by in silence; then Ransford pushed his correspondence aside, laid a paper-weight on it, and twisting his chair round, looked at the man to whom he was going to say some unpleasant things.  Within himself he was revolving a question—­how would Bryce take it?

He had never liked this assistant of his, although he had then had him in employment for nearly two years.  There was something about Pemberton Bryce which he did not understand and could not fathom.  He had come to him with excellent testimonials and good recommendations; he was well up to his work, successful with patients, thoroughly capable as a general practitioner—­there was no fault to be found with him on any professional grounds.  But to Ransford his personality was objectionable—­why, he was not quite sure.  Outwardly, Bryce was rather more than presentable—­a tall, good-looking man of twenty-eight or thirty, whom some people—­women especially—­would call handsome; he was the sort of young man who knows the value of good clothes and a smart appearance, and his professional manner was all that could be desired.  But Ransford could not help distinguishing between Bryce the doctor and Bryce the man—­and Bryce the man he did not like.  Outside the professional part of him, Bryce seemed to him to be undoubtedly deep, sly, cunning—­he conveyed the impression of being one of those men whose ears are always on the stretch, who take everything in and give little out.  There was a curious air of watchfulness and of secrecy about him in private matters which was as repellent—­to Ransford’s thinking—­as it was hard to explain.  Anyway, in private affairs, he did not like his assistant, and he liked him less than ever as he glanced at him on this particular occasion.

“I want a word with you,” he said curtly.  “I’d better say it now.”

Bryce, who was slowly pouring some liquid from one bottle into another, looked quietly across the room and did not interrupt himself in his work.  Ransford knew that he must have recognized a certain significance in the words just addressed to him—­but he showed no outward sign of it, and the liquid went on trickling from one bottle to the other with the same uniform steadiness.

“Yes?” said Bryce inquiringly.  “One moment.”

He finished his task calmly, put the corks in the bottles, labelled one, restored the other to a shelf, and turned round.  Not a man to be easily startled—­not easily turned from a purpose, this, thought Ransford as he glanced at Bryce’s eyes, which had a trick of fastening their gaze on people with an odd, disconcerting persistency.

“I’m sorry to say what I must say,” he began.  “But—­you’ve brought it on yourself.  I gave you a hint some time ago that your attentions were not welcome to Miss Bewery.”

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