NAMELESS FEAR
If Triffitt had stayed in Kensal Green Cemetery a little longer, he
would have observed that Mr. Frank Burchill's presence at the funeral
obsequies of the late Jacob Herapath was of an eminently modest,
unassuming, and retiring character. He might, as an ex-secretary of the
dead man, have claimed to walk abreast of Mr. Selwood, and ahead of the
manager and cashier from the estate office; instead, he had taken a
place in the rear ranks of the procession, and in it he remained until
the close of the ceremony. Like the rest of those present, he defiled
past the grave at which the chief mourners were standing, but he claimed
no recognition from and gave no apparent heed to any of them; certainly
none to Barthorpe Herapath. Also, like all the rest, he went away at
once from the cemetery, and after him, quietly and unobtrusively, went a
certain sharp-eyed person who had also been present, not as a mourner,
but in the character of a casual stroller about the tombs and monuments,
attracted for the moment by the imposing cortege which had followed the
dead man to his grave.
Another sharp-eyed person made it his business to follow Barthorpe
Herapath when he, too, went away. Barthorpe had come to the ceremony
unattended. Selwood, Mr. Tertius, Professor Cox-Raythwaite, and Mr.
Halfpenny had come together. These four also went away together.
Barthorpe, still alone, re-entered his carriage when they had driven
off. The observant person of the sharp eyes, hanging around the gates,
heard him give his order:
"Portman Square!"
The four men who had preceded him were standing in the study when
Barthorpe drove up to the house--standing around Peggie, who was
obviously ill at ease and distressed. And when Barthorpe's voice was
heard in the hall, Mr. Halfpenny spoke in decisive tones.
"We must understand matters at once," he said. "There is no use in
beating about the bush. He has refused to meet or receive me so far--now
I shall insist upon his saying plainly whatever he has to say. You, too,
my dear, painful as it may be, must also insist."
"On--what?" asked Peggie.
"On his saying what he intends--if he intends--I don't know what he
intends!" answered Mr. Halfpenny, testily. "It's most annoying, and we
can't----"
Barthorpe came striding in, paused as he glanced around, and affected
surprise.
"Oh!" he said. "I came to see you, Peggie--I did not know that there was
any meeting in progress."
"Barthorpe!" said Peggie, looking earnestly at him. "You know that all
these gentlemen were Uncle Jacob's friends--dear friends--and they are
mine. Don't go away--Mr. Halfpenny wants to speak to you."
Barthorpe had already half turned to the door. He turned back--then
turned again.
"Mr. Halfpenny can only want to speak to me on business," he said,
coldly. "If Mr. Halfpenny wants to speak to me on business, he knows
where to find me."
He had already laid a hand on the door when Mr. Halfpenny spoke sharply
and sternly.
"Mr. Barthorpe Herapath!" he said. "I know very well where to find you,
and I have tried to find you and to get speech with you for two days--in
vain. I insist, sir, that you speak to us--or at any rate to your
cousin--you are bound to speak, sir, out of common decency!"
"About what?" asked Barthorpe. "I came to speak to my cousin--in
private."
"There is a certain something, sir," retorted Mr. Halfpenny, with
warmth, "about which we must speak in public--such a public, at any
rate, as is represented here and now. You know what it is--your uncle's
will!"
"What about my uncle's will--or alleged will?" asked Barthorpe with a
sneer.
Mr. Halfpenny appeared to be about to make a very angry retort, but he
suddenly checked himself and looked at Peggie.
"You hear, my dear?" he said. "He says--alleged will!"
Peggie turned to Barthorpe with an appealing glance.
"Barthorpe!" she exclaimed. "Is that fair--is it generous? Is it
just--to our uncle's memory? You know that is his will--what doubt can
there be about it?"
Barthorpe made no answer. He still stood with one hand on the door,
looking at Mr. Halfpenny. And suddenly he spoke.
"What do you wish to ask me?" he said.
"I wish to ask you a plain question," replied Mr. Halfpenny. "Do you
accept this will, and are you going to act on your cousin's behalf? I
want your plain answer."
Barthorpe hesitated a moment before replying. Then he made as if to open
the door.
"I decline to discuss the matter of the alleged will," he answered. "I
decline--especially," he continued, lifting a finger and pointing at Mr.
Tertius, "especially in the presence of that man!"
"Barthorpe!" exclaimed Peggie, flushing at the malevolence of the tone
and gesture. "How dare you! In my house----"
Barthorpe suddenly laughed. Once again he turned to the door--and this
time he opened it.
"Just so--just so!" he said. "Your house, my dear cousin--according to
the alleged will."
"Which will be proved, sir," snapped out Mr. Halfpenny. "As you refuse,
or seem to do so, I shall act for your cousin--at once."
Barthorpe opened the door wide, and as he crossed the threshold, turned
and gave Mr. Halfpenny a swift glance.
"Act!" he said. "Act!--if you can!"
Then he walked out and shut the door behind him, and Mr. Halfpenny
turned to the others.
"The will must be proved at once," he said decisively. "Alleged--you all
heard him say alleged! That looks as if--um! My dear Tertius, you have
no doubt whatever about the proper and valid execution of this important
document--now in my safe. None?"
"How can I have any doubt about what I actually saw?" replied Mr.
Tertius. "I can't have any doubt, Halfpenny! I saw Jacob sign it; I
signed it myself; I saw young Burchill sign it; we all three saw each
other sign. What more can one want?"
"I must see this Mr. Burchill," remarked Mr. Halfpenny. "I must see him
at once. Unfortunately, he left no address at the place we called at. He
will have to be discovered."
Peggie coloured slightly as she turned to Mr. Halfpenny.
"Is it really necessary to see Mr. Burchill personally?" she asked with
a palpable nervousness which struck Selwood strangely. "Must he be
found?"
"Absolutely necessary, my dear," replied Mr. Halfpenny. "He must be
found, and at once."
Mr. Tertius uttered an exclamation of annoyance.
"Dear, dear!" he said. "I noticed the young man at the cemetery just
now--I ought really to have pointed him out to you--most forgetful of
me!"
"I have Mr. Burchill's address," said Peggie, with an effort. "He left
his card here on the day of my uncle's death--the address is on it. And
I put it in this drawer."
Selwood watched Peggie curiously, and with a strange, vague sense of
uneasiness as she went over to a drawer in Jacob Herapath's desk and
produced the card. He had noticed a slight tremor in her voice when she
spoke of Burchill, and her face, up till then very pale, had coloured at
the first mention of his name. And now he was asking himself why any
reference to this man seemed to disturb her, why----
But Mr. Halfpenny cut in on his meditations. The old lawyer held up the
card to the light and slowly read out the address.
"Ah! Calengrove Mansions, Maida Vale," he said. "Um--quarter of an
hour's drive. Tertius--you and I will go and see this young fellow at
once."
Mr. Tertius turned to Professor Cox-Raythwaite.
"What do you think of this, Cox-Raythwaite?" he asked, almost piteously.
"I mean--what do you think's best to be done?"
The Professor, who had stood apart with Selwood during the episode which
had just concluded, pulling his great beard and looking very big and
black and formidable, jerked his thumb in the direction of the old
lawyer.
"Do what Halfpenny says," he growled. "See this other witness. And--but
here, I'll have a word with you in the hall."
He said good-bye in a gruffly affectionate way to Peggie, patted her
shoulder and her head as if she were a child, and followed the two other
men out. Peggie, left alone with Selwood, turned to him. There was
something half-appealing in her face, and Selwood suddenly drove his
hands deep into his pockets, clenched them there, and put a tight hold
on himself.
"It's all different!" exclaimed Peggie, dropping into a chair and
clasping her hands on her knees. "All so different! And I feel so
utterly helpless."
"Scarcely that," said Selwood, with an effort to speak calmly. "You've
got Mr. Tertius, and Mr. Halfpenny, and the Professor, and--and if
there's anything--anything I can do, don't you know, why, I----"
Peggie impulsively stretched out a hand--and Selwood, not trusting
himself, affected not to see it. To take Peggie's hand at that moment
would have been to let loose a flood of words which he was resolved not
to utter just then, if ever. He moved across to the desk and pretended
to sort and arrange some loose papers.
"We'll--all--all--do everything we can," he said, trying to keep any
tremor out of his voice. "Everything you know, of course."
"I know--and I'm grateful," said Peggie. "But I'm frightened."
Selwood turned quickly and looked sharply at her.
"Frightened?" he exclaimed. "Of what?"
"Of something that I can't account for or realize," she replied. "I've a
feeling that everything's all wrong--and strange. And--I'm frightened of
Mr. Burchill."
"What!" snapped Selwood. He dropped the papers and turned to face her
squarely. "Frightened of--Burchill? Why?"
"I--don't--know," she answered, shaking her head. "It's more an
idea--something vague. I was always afraid of him when he was here--I've
been afraid of him ever since. I was very much afraid when he came here
the other day."
"You saw him?" asked Selwood.
"I didn't see him. He merely sent up that card. But," she added, "I was
afraid even then."
Selwood leaned back against the desk, regarding her attentively.
"I don't think you're the sort to be afraid without reason," he said.
"Of course, if you have reason, I've no right to ask what it is. All the
same, if this chap is likely to annoy you, you've only to speak
and--and----"
"Yes?" she said, smiling a little. "You'd----"
"I'll punch his head and break his neck for him!" growled Selwood.
"And--and I wish you'd say if you have reasons why I should. Has--has he
annoyed you?"
"No," answered Peggie. She regarded Selwood steadily for a minute; then
she spoke with sudden impulse. "When he was here," she said, "I mean
before he left my uncle, he asked me to marry him."
Selwood, in spite of himself, could not keep a hot flush from mounting
to his cheek.
"And--you?" he said.
"I said no, of course, and he took my answer and went quietly away,"
replied Peggie. "And that--that's why I'm frightened of him."
"Good heavens! Why?" demanded Selwood. "I don't understand. Frightened
of him because he took his answer, went away quietly, and hasn't annoyed
you since? That--I say, that licks me!"
"Perhaps," she said. "But, you see, you don't know him. It's just
because of that--that quiet--that--oh, I don't quite know how to
explain!--that--well, silence--that I'm afraid--yes, literally afraid.
There's something about him that makes me fear. I used to wish that my
uncle had never employed him--that he had never come here. And--I'd
rather be penniless than that my uncle had ever got him--him!--to
witness that will!"
Selwood found no words wherewith to answer this. He did not understand
it. Nevertheless he presently found words of another sort.
"All right!" he muttered doggedly. "I'll watch him--or, I'll watch that
he--that--well, that no harm comes to--you know what I mean, don't you?"
"Yes," murmured Peggie, and once more held out an impulsive hand. But
Selwood again pretended to see nothing, and he began another energetic
assault upon the papers which Jacob Herapath would never handle again.