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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.
He left the room, followed by the coachman, and Peggie turned to Selwood. "What do you think?" she asked, with a slight show of anxiety. "You don't know of any reason for this, do you?" "None," replied Selwood. "And as to what I think, I don't know sufficient about Mr. Herapath's habits to be able to judge." "He never did anything like this before," she remarked.
Playbourne, the manager of their West End branch, in Piccadilly. He assured me that there was nothing whatever out of the common in Jacob Herapath's transactions with them just before his death, and nothing at all in their particulars of his banking account which could throw any possible light on his murder." "In his opinion," said the Professor, caustically, "in his opinion, Halfpenny!
He seldom presented himself at Herapath's table, he was rarely seen about the house; Selwood remembered seeing him occasionally in Herapath's study or in Peggie Wynne's drawing-room. He had learnt sufficient to know that Mr. Tertius had rooms of his own in the house; two rooms in some upper region; one room on the ground-floor.
It wanted a very few dropping and facetious introductions on the way, such as, "Daisy, you know, my sister," or "What cheer, Sherry? ever hear of Chuckey?" or, "No good, Maple, my boy, bespoke!" to set the rumour going that Daisy Herapath, Marky's "spoon," was come, and was "on show" in Herapath's study.
By the by, who's the gentleman across there just going up to the grave the gentleman who looks like an actor? Is he an actor?" "That? Oh!" answered Selwood. "No that's Mr. Frank Burchill, who used to be Mr. Herapath's secretary my predecessor." "Oh!" responded Triffitt. He had caught sight of Carver a few yards off, and he hurried his notebook into his pocket, and bustled off.
"Put the whole thing out of your head until Monday morning. Don't even think about it. Come and see me on Monday, first thing, and we'll start again. For by the Lord Harry! I'll find out yet what the real nature of Jacob Herapath's transaction with Dimambro was, if I have to track Dimambro all through Italy!"
During my secretaryship to Jacob Herapath, he one day asked me to clear out a box full of old papers and documents. In doing so I came across an old North-country newspaper which contained a full account of the trial at Lancaster Assizes of Arthur John Wynne on various charges of forgery. Jacob Herapath's name, of course, cropped up in it, as a relative.
"But how exactly are we to bestir ourselves?" asked Mr. Halfpenny. "I suggest a visit to Jacob Herapath's bankers, first of all," answered the Professor. "I haven't heard that any particular inquiry has been made. Did you make any, Halfpenny?" "Jacob's bankers are Bittleston, Stocks and Bittleston," replied the old lawyer. "I did make it in my way to drop in there and to see Mr.
"That's right, Mr Bickers," said the baronet, nobly backing up his friend; "he's spoo I mean he's engaged to Daisy, Herapath's sister." "Silence, sir," said the master with a curl of his lips. "Herapath, come here, and hold out your hand." So saying, he took up a ruler from a desk close at hand.
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