Glassdale did come to the town that morning--and as soon as he got here, heard of Brake's strange death.

That upset him--and he went away--only to come back today, go to Saxonsteade, and tell everything to the Duke--with the result we've told you of." "Which result," remarked Ransford, steadily regarding Mitchington, "has apparently altered all your ideas about--me!" Mitchington laughed a little awkwardly.
"Oh, well, come, now, doctor!" he said.

"Why, yes--frankly, I'm inclined to Jettison's theory--in fact, I'm certain that's the truth." "And your theory," inquired Ransford, turning to the detective, "is--put it in a few words." "My theory--and I'll lay anything it's the correct one!--is this," replied Jettison.

"Brake came to Wrychester with his secret.

That secret wasn't confined to him and Glassdale--either he let it out to somebody, or it was known to somebody.