"But I've wondered since this Wrychester affair if Brake accidentally came across one or other of those men, and if his death arose out of it.

Now, look here, doctor! I read the accounts of the inquest on Brake--I'd have gone to it if I'd dared, but just then I hadn't made up my mind about seeing the Duke; I didn't know what to do, so I kept away, and there's a thing has struck me that I don't believe the police have ever taken the slightest, notice of." "What's that ?" demanded Bryce.
"Why, this!" answered Glassdale.

"That man who called himself Dellingham--who came with Brake to the Mitre Hotel at Wrychester--who is he?
Where did Brake meet him?
Where did he go?
Seems to me the police have been strangely negligent about that! According to the accounts I've read, everybody just accepted this Dellingham's first statement, took his word, and let him--vanish! No one, as far as I know, ever verified his account of himself.

A stranger!" Bryce, who was already in one of his deep moods of reflection, got up from his chair as if to go.
"Yes," he said.

"There maybe something in your suggestion.