THE LAW
Once within a taxi-cab and on their way to Maida Vale, Mr. Halfpenny
turned to his companion with a shake of the head which implied a much
mixed state of feeling.
"Tertius!" he exclaimed. "There's something wrong! Quite apart from what
we know, and from what we were able to communicate to the police,
there's something wrong. I feel it--it's in the air, the--the whole
atmosphere. That fellow Barthorpe is up to some game. What? Did you
notice his manner, his attitude--everything? Of course!--who could help
it? He--has some scheme in his head. Again I say--what?"
Mr. Tertius stirred uneasily in his seat and shook his head.
"You haven't heard anything from New Scotland Yard?" he asked.
"Nothing--so far. But they are at work, of course. They'll work in their
own way. And," continued Mr. Halfpenny, with a grim chuckle, "you can be
certain of this much, Tertius--having heard what we were able to tell
them, having seen what we were able to put before them, with respect to
the doings of that eventful night, they won't let Master Barthorpe out
of their ken--not they! It is best to let them pursue their own
investigations in their own manner--they'll let us know what's been
done, sure enough, at the right time."
"Yes," assented Mr. Tertius. "Yes--so I gather--I am not very conversant
with these things. I confess there's one thing that puzzles me greatly
though, Halfpenny. That's the matter of the man who came out of the House
of Commons with Jacob that night. You remember that the coachman,
Mountain, told us--and said at the inquest also--that he overheard what
Jacob said to that man--'The thing must be done at once, and you must have
everything ready for me at noon tomorrow,' or words to that effect. Now
that man must be somewhere at hand--he must have read the newspapers, know
all about the inquest--why doesn't he come forward?"
Mr. Halfpenny chuckled again and patted his friend's arm.
"Ah!" he said. "But you don't know that he hasn't come forward! The
probability is, Tertius, that he has come forward, and that the people at
New Scotland Yard are already in possession of whatever story he had to
tell. Oh, yes, I quite expect that--I also expect to hear, eventually,
another piece of news in relation to that man."
"What's that?" asked Mr. Tertius.
"Do you remember that, at the inquest, Mountain, the coachman, said that
there was another bit of evidence he had to give which he'd forgotten to
tell Mr. Barthorpe when he questioned him? Mountain"--continued Mr.
Halfpenny--"went on to say that while Jacob Herapath and the man stood
talking in Palace Yard, before Jacob got into his brougham, Jacob took
some object from his waistcoat pocket and handed it, with what looked
like a letter, to the man? Eh?"
"I remember very well," replied Mr. Tertius.
"Very good," said Mr. Halfpenny. "Now I believe that object to have been
the key of Jacob's safe at the Safe Deposit, which, you remember, could
not be found, but which young Selwood affirmed had been in Jacob's
possession only that afternoon. The letter I believe to have been a
formal authority to the Safe Deposit people to allow the bearer to open
that safe. I've thought all that out," concluded Mr. Halfpenny, with a
smile of triumph, "thought it out carefully, and it's my impression that
that's what we shall find when the police move. I believe that man has
revealed himself to the police, has told them--whatever it is he has to
tell, and that his story probably throws a vast flood of light on the
mystery. So I say--let us not at present concern ourselves with the
actual murder of our poor friend: the police will ferret that out! What
we're concerned with is--the will! That will, Tertius, must be proved,
and at once."
"I am as little conversant with legal matters as with police procedure,"
observed Mr. Tertius. "What is the exact course, now, in a case of this
sort?"
"The exact procedure, my dear sir," replied Mr. Halfpenny, dropping into
his best legal manner, and putting the tips of his warmly-gloved
fingers together in front of his well-filled overcoat, "the exact
procedure is as follows. Barthorpe Herapath is without doubt the
heir-at-law of his deceased uncle, Jacob Herapath. If Jacob had died
intestate Barthorpe would have taken what we may call everything, for
his uncle's property is practically all in the shape of real estate, in
comparison to which the personalty is a mere nothing. But there is a
will, leaving everything to Margaret Wynne. If Barthorpe Herapath
intends to contest the legality of that will----"
"Good heavens, is that possible?" exclaimed Mr. Tertius. "He can't!"
"He can--if he wishes," replied Mr. Halfpenny, "though at present I don't
know on what possible grounds. But, if he does, he can at once enter a
caveat in the Probate Registry. The effect of that--supposing he does
it--will be that when I take the will to be proved, progress will be
stopped. Very well--I shall then, following the ordinary practice, issue
and serve upon Barthorpe Herapath a document technically known as a
'warning.' On service of this warning, Barthorpe, if he insists upon his
opposition, must enter an appearance. There will then be an opportunity
for debate and attempt at agreement between him and ourselves. If that
fails, or does not take place, I shall then issue a writ to establish the
will. And that being done, why, then, my dear sir, the proceedings--ah,
the proceedings would follow--substantially--the--er--usual course of
litigation in this country."
"And that," asked Mr. Tertius, deeply interested and wholly innocent,
"that would be----?"
"Well, there are two parties in this case--supposed case," continued Mr.
Halfpenny, "Barthorpe Herapath, Margaret Wynne. After the issue of the
writ I have just spoken of, each party would put in his or her pleas,
and the matter would ultimately go to trial in the Probate Division of
the High Court, most likely before a judge and a special jury."
"And how long would all this take?" asked Mr. Tertius.
"Ah!--um!" replied Mr. Halfpenny, tapping the tips of his gloves
together. "That, my dear sir, is a somewhat difficult question to
answer. I believe that all readers of the newspapers are aware that our
Law Courts are somewhat congested--the cause lists are very full. The
time which must elapse before a case can actually come to trial varies,
my dear Tertius, varies enormously. But if--as in the matter we are
supposing would probably be the case--if all the parties concerned were
particularly anxious to have the case disposed of without delay, the
trial might be arrived at within three or four months--that is, my dear
sir, if the Long Vacation did not intervene. But--speaking generally--a
better, more usual, more probable estimate would be, say six, seven,
eight, or nine months."
"So long?" exclaimed Mr. Tertius. "I thought that justice was neither
denied, sold, nor delayed!"
"Justice is never denied, my good friend, nor is it sold," replied Mr.
Halfpenny, oracularly. "As to delay, ah, well, you know, if people will
be litigants--and I assure you that nothing is so pleasing to a very
large number of extraordinary persons who simply love litigation--a
little delay cannot be avoided. However, we will hope that we shall have
no litigation. Our present job is to get that will proved, and so far I
see no difficulty. There is the will--we have the witnesses. At least,
there are you, and we're hoping to see t'other in a few minutes. By the
by, Tertius, what sort of fellow is this Burchill?"
Mr. Tertius considered his answer to this question.
"Well, I hardly know," he said at last. "Of course, I have rarely seen
much of Jacob's secretaries. This man--he's not quite a youngster,
Halfpenny--struck me as being the sort of person who might be dangerous."
"Ah!" exclaimed Mr. Halfpenny. "Dangerous! God bless me! Now, in what
way, Tertius?"
"I don't quite know," replied Mr. Tertius. "He, somehow, from what I saw
of him, suggested, I really don't know how, a certain atmosphere of,
say--I'm trying to find the right words--cunning, subtlety, depth.
Yes--yes, I should say he was what we commonly call--or what is commonly
called in vulgar parlance--deep. Deep!"
"You mean--designing?" suggested Mr. Halfpenny.
"Exactly--designing," assented Mr. Tertius. "It--it was the sort of idea
he conveyed, you know."
"Don't like the sound of him," said Mr. Halfpenny, "However, he's the
second witness and we must put up with the fact. And here we are at
these Calengrove Mansions, and let's hope we haven't a hundred infernal
steps to climb, and that we find the fellow in."
The fellow was in. And the fellow, who had now discarded his mourning
suit for the purple and fine linen which suggested Bond Street, was just
about to go out, and was in a great hurry, and said so. He listened with
obvious impatience while Mr. Tertius presented his companion.
"I wished to see you about the will of the deceased Jacob Herapath, Mr.
Burchill," said Mr. Halfpenny "The will which, of course, you witnessed."
Burchill, who was gathering some books and papers together, and had
already apologized for not being able to ask his callers to sit down,
answered in an off-hand, bustling fashion.
"Of course, of course!" he replied. "Mr. Jacob Herapath's will, eh? Oh,
of course, yes. Anything I can do, Mr. Halfpenny, of course--perhaps
you'll drop me a line and make an appointment at your office some
day--then I'll call, d'you see?"
"You remember the occasion, and the will, and your signature?" said Mr.
Halfpenny, contriving to give Mr. Tertius a nudge as he put this direct
question.
"Oh, I remember everything that ever happened in connection with my
secretaryship to Mr. Jacob Herapath!" replied Burchill, still bustling.
"I shall be ready for anything whenever I'm wanted, Mr. Halfpenny--pleased
to be of service to the family, I'm sure. Now, you must really pardon
me, gentlemen, if I hurry you and myself out--I've a most important
engagement and I'm late already. As I said--drop me a line for an
appointment, Mr. Halfpenny, and I'll come to you. Now, good-bye,
good-bye!"
He had got them out of his flat, shaken hands with them, and hurried
off before either elderly gentleman could get a word in, and as he flew
towards the stairs Mr. Halfpenny looked at Mr. Tertius and shook his head.
"That beggar didn't want to talk," he said. "I don't like it."
"But he said that he remembered!" exclaimed Mr. Tertius. "Wasn't that
satisfactory?"
"Anything but satisfactory, the whole thing," replied the old lawyer.
"Didn't you notice that the man avoided any direct reply? He said 'of
course' about a hundred times, and was as ambiguous, and non-committal,
and vague, as he could be. My dear Tertius, the fellow was fencing!"
Mr. Tertius looked deeply distressed.
"You don't think----" he began.
"I might think a lot when I begin to think," said Mr. Halfpenny as they
slowly descended the stairs from the desert solitude of the top floor of
Calengrove Mansions. "But there's one thought that strikes me just
now--do you remember what Burchill's old landlady at Upper Seymour
Street told us?"
"That Barthorpe Herapath had been to inquire for Burchill?--yes,"
replied Mr. Tertius. "You're wondering----"
"I'm wondering if, since then, Barthorpe has found him," said Mr.
Halfpenny. "If he has--if there have been passages between them--if----"
He paused half-way down the stairs, stood for a moment or two in deep
thought and then laid his hand on his friend's arm.
"Tertius!" he said gravely. "That will must be presented for probate at
once! I must lose no time. Come along--let me get back to my office and
get to work. And do you go back to Portman Square and give the little
woman your company."
Mr. Tertius went back to Portman Square there and then, and did what he
could to make the gloomy house less gloomy. Instead of retreating to his
own solitude he remained with Peggie, and tried to cheer her up by
discussing various plans and matters of the future. And he was taking a
quiet cup of tea with her at five o'clock when Kitteridge came in with a
telegram for him. He opened it with trembling fingers and read:
_"Barthorpe entered caveat in Probate Registry at half-past
three this afternoon.--Halfpenny."_