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Updated: June 25, 2025
On a chair by the bedside, account-books were spread in confusion, and one a black book with a silver lock was lying on the bed. The physician stood on one side, half-screened by the curtains of the bed. Herresford beckoned Dora, who approached tremblingly. The old man crumpled up the bank-notes, and placed them in her hand, murmuring something which she could not hear.
Herresford recovered his composure very quickly after the departure of his daughter. A few harsh words from Trimmer silenced him, and he remained sitting up, staring out of the window. The next time Trimmer came into the room, he called him to his side, and gazed into his face with a look that the valet understood.
She did not know what to say to his curious request that she would come immediately and see Mr. Herresford on a matter of grave importance. "Do I understand you to say that he himself sent you with this strange request?" she asked. "Yes, miss. I have come straight from Mr. Herresford." "Did he not say why he wished to see me?" "I am only his valet, miss; he would not be likely to tell me.
"Pull the blinds higher and raise my pillows, do you hear, woman? I want to see what that lazy scamp of a husband of yours is about loafing for a certainty, if he thinks no one can see him." Herresford addressed his housekeeper, the wife of Ripon, the head-gardener. Mrs. Ripon bit her lip as she tugged at the blind cords savagely, and gave her master a defiant look, which he was quick to see.
Swinton has been shadowed, and she has made no attempt to meet her son. Our only danger is that he may get out of the country again. Every port is watched." "What puzzles me is the visit of Miss Dundas to Herresford," said Ormsby, thinking of his letter of dismissal, with the old miser's monogram on it.
As grandson and heir of Richard Herresford much was expected of him. Everybody did not know that the rich old man was such a miser that, after paying for his grandson's education, at his daughter's persuasion, he allowed him only a thousand dollars a year, and persistently refused to disburse this sum until it was dragged from him by Mrs. Swinton.
Herresford had always given her daughter to understand that wealth would revert to her, but, as the girl was too young to understand money matters at the time of her mother's death, she had been entirely at the mercy of her father. In her present despair, she was ready to seize any floating straw.
The money she secured by unlawful means was, from her point of view, mere surplus wealth belonging to her father wealth in which she had a reversionary interest. Indeed, we now know that she had more than reversionary interest that Mr. Herresford, who died to-day "
Herresford was in a more than usually unpleasant frame of mind when the manager of Ormsby's bank came to bring the news that someone had robbed him of seven thousand dollars. The old man was no longer in the usual bedroom, lying on his ebony bed. A sudden impulse had seized him to be moved to another portion of the house, where he could see a fresh section of the grounds.
Ormsby kept it dark as long as he could, but Herresford forced his hand. Don't you know what they're saying?" "I know what Mr. Ormsby said. But I warn you not to expect me to believe any lie that ungenerous, cruel man has circulated about the man I loved." "Well, they say he went out to the war to get shot." "It's a lie!"
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