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Burchill," said the old lawyer, a little testy under the last-comer's polite phrases, all of which he thought unnecessary. "Five or ten minutes won't make any great difference. Take a seat, pray: I think if we all sit around this centre table of mine it will be more convenient. We can begin at once now, Mr.
Burchill haven't you any idea where he's gone to live? Didn't he leave an address for any letters that might come here?" "He didn't, sir not that he ever had many letters," answered the landlady. "And I haven't the remotest notion. Of course, if I had I'd give the address. But, as I said to the gentleman what was here not so long ago, I've neither seen nor heard of Mr.
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.
Halfpenny drew the will towards himself with an impatient movement and began to replace it in the large envelope from which it had been taken. "In short, you never assisted at the execution of this document never saw Jacob Herapath make any will never witnessed any signature of his to this?" he said testily. "That's what you really say what you affirm?" "Just so," replied Burchill.
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."
"Oh," said Burchill, "so I am supposed to have witnessed a will made by Mr. Jacob Herapath, am I?" Barthorpe made a gesture of impatience. "Don't talk rot!" he said testily. "A man either knows that he witnessed a will or knows that he didn't witness a will." "Excuse me," returned Burchill, "I don't agree with that proposition.
Two persons are named on that document as witnesses: Mr. Tertius, Mr. Burchill. They are both present now; at your request. I submit that the proper procedure is to question them both as to the circumstances under, which this alleged will was made." "I have no objections to that," answered Mr. Halfpenny. "I have no objection neither, I am sure, has Miss Wynne to anything you propose.
At this direct question, Burchill, who had been standing on the hearthrug since Barthorpe entered the room, turned away and took a seat in the corner of a lounge opposite his visitor. He gave Barthorpe a peculiarly searching look before he spoke, and as soon as he replied Barthorpe knew that here was a man who was not readily to be drawn.
And," whispered Burchill, rising and coming nearer to his visitor, "it's a secret that will put you in possession of the whole of the Herapath property! And I know it." Barthorpe had by this time realized the situation. And he was thinking things over at a rapid rate. Burchill had asked Jacob Herapath for ten thousand pounds as the price of his silence; therefore
At a quarter to seven Burchill went out in evening dress, cloak, and opera hat, making a fine figure as he struck the light of the corridor lamp. And ten minutes later Triffitt heard steps coming along the corridor and he opened the door to confront Davidge and another man, a quiet-looking, innocent-visaged person. Davidge waved a hand towards his companion. "Evening, Mr. Triffitt," said he.
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