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"And this," asked Mr. Halfpenny, pointing to the will, "this is your signature?" "Most certainly!" answered Mr. Tertius. "And this," continued Mr. Halfpenny, "is Jacob Herapath's? and this Mr. Burchill's? You have no doubt about it?" "No more than that I see and hear you," replied Mr. Tertius. "I have no doubt." Mr. Halfpenny turned from Mr. Tertius to Barthorpe Herapath.
Tertius, as one witness, says; we have heard what Mr. Frank Burchill, as the other witness, says. Mr. Tertius says that he saw the will executed in Mr. Burchill's presence; Mr. Burchill denies that in the fullest and most unqualified fashion. Why waste more time? We had better separate." But Barthorpe laughed, maliciously. "Scarcely!" he said. "You brought us here. It was your own proposal.
There was a bright fire on the hearth, a small smoking-jacket on Burchill's graceful shoulders and fancy slippers on his feet; decanters and glasses were set out on the table in company with cigars and cigarettes. And by the side of Burchill's easy chair was a pile of newspapers, to which he pointed one of his slim white hands as the two men settled themselves to talk.
But he speedily discovered that the unravelling of crime on paper was nothing like so fascinating as the actual participation in detection of crime in real life, and he threw the book aside and gave himself up to waiting. What were those two doing in Burchill's rooms? What were they finding? What would the result be? Certainly Davidge and his man took their time.
Burchill's handwriting is similarly plain of the copperplate sort and just as easy to imitate. "Sixth. That man across there is an expert forger! I have the account of his trial at Lancaster Assizes the evidence shows that his work was most expert. Is it likely that his hand should have lost its cunning even after several years? "Seventh. That man there had every opportunity of forging this will.
He was not very sure about Burchill's antecedents: he believed he was a young man of good credentials and high respectability personally, he had always wondered why old Jacob Herapath, a practical business man, should have taken as a private secretary a fellow who looked, dressed, spoke, and behaved like a play-actor.
He spent his afternoon, once having quitted Burchill's flat, in a businesslike fashion.
Tell 'em you want to ask Burchill's advice about some dramatic stuff say you've written a play and you're so impressed by his criticisms that you'd like to take his counsel." "I can do that," replied Carver. "As a matter of fact, I've got a real good farce in my desk. And the next?"
Briefly, it was that if he wished as he unfeignedly did wish to find out anything about Burchill, he must be near him; so near, indeed, that he could keep an eye on him, acquaint himself with his goings and comings, observe his visitors, watch for possible openings, make himself familiar with Burchill's daily life.
I shall leave it to you to summon all the parties concerned. By the by, have you Burchill's address?" "I have," replied Mr. Halfpenny. "I will communicate with him at once." Barthorpe nodded, rose from his seat, and walked with his visitor towards the door of his private room. "Understand, Mr. Halfpenny," he said, "I'm agreeing to this to oblige you.
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