As Lady Staunton died last night, the burial will take place in four days. I have no doubt as a sincere mourner you will be there."
"A sincere mourner!" cried Enistor, pacing the room hastily to work off his rage. "How can I be that when my sister has cheated me in this way?"
"Oh, not cheated, Mr. Enistor, not cheated," pleaded the rosy-cheeked little man more volubly than ever. "Lady Staunton"s money was her own to dispose of as she desired. Besides, she did not forget you entirely: she has left you the sum of one thousand pounds."
"Really!" sneered the Squire savagely, "and this Montrose creature inherits five thousand a year! It is wicked: infamous, scandalous. I shall upset the will, Mr. Cane!"
The lawyer remonstrated mildly. "I fear that is impossible, Mr. Enistor.
My lamented client was quite in her right senses when she signed the will, and as I drew it up in accordance with her instructions, you may be certain that all is in good order. I feel for you: upon my word I feel for you," added Mr. Cane plaintively, "and my errand cannot be called a pleasant one!"
"Oh, hang your feelings: what do I care for your feelings! It is my sister"s iniquitous will that I am thinking about. She knew how poor I was: she was proud of being an Enistor, and she faithfully promised that I should have the money in order to mend our family fortunes. What devil made her change her intentions?"
"No devil that I am aware of," said Cane with puny dignity. "Lady Staunton did make a will in your favour. But a year ago she signed a new one leaving her income to Mr. Montrose, who is now my client. I decline on these grounds to hear him spoken of as a devil."
"Oh. Then it was this Montrose beast who made her change her mind?"
"No. Certainly he did not. He is not even aware that he has inherited, as Lady Staunton asked me to see you first. Only when the will is read, after the funeral in four days, will Mr. Montrose learn of his good fortune."
"Montrose does not know," said Enistor, striding forward to stand over the little lawyer in a threatening way. "Then why not destroy this last will and read the old one which is in my favour!"
Cane wriggled beneath Enistor"s fiery gaze and slipped sideways out of his chair. "Are you in your right senses to----" he began, puffing indignantly.
Enistor cut him short. "Oh, the deuce take your heroics! You know perfectly well that I should benefit rather than a stranger. I want the money and I intend to get the money. By righting this wrong you will be doing a good act, since it seems you have a conscience of sorts. If it is a matter of money----"
This time it was Cane who interrupted. "You insult me," he vociferated shrilly. "I am an honest lawyer----"
"Rather an anomaly," interpolated Enistor scoffingly.
"An honest lawyer," continued the little man st.u.r.dily, "and as such I am bound to consider the wishes of my client. You are asking me to commit a felony, Mr. Enistor. How dare you! How dare you!" he mopped his perspiring brow. "What have you seen in me to lead you to make so infamous a proposition?"
"I thought I saw some vestiges of common sense," said Enistor dryly.
"But it seems that you are a fool with a conscience!"
"I have a conscience, but I am no fool, Mr. Enistor! I have a great mind to tell the world at large how you endeavoured to tempt me!"
"If you do, I shall put forth a counter-slander saying that you came down here to tempt _me_."
"To tempt you? To tempt you, sir?"
"Why not? If I say that you offered to destroy the last will and subst.i.tute the first provided I gave you a large sum of money, who will refuse to believe the statement?"
"Any one who knows me."
"Ah. But the whole world does not know you, Mr. Cane. Your immediate friends may reject the calumny, but the majority of people won"t. My word is as good as yours, you know!"
"You will not dare----"
"Oh yes, I shall dare if you dare!"
"Am I dealing with a gentleman or a scoundrel?" asked Cane, appealing to the carved ceiling.
"Pooh! Pooh!" said Enistor cynically. "What is the use of calling names?
Why, a gentleman is only a scoundrel who is clever enough not to be found out."
"I disagree: I disagree entirely."
"I thought you would. You are not strong enough to be original. However, all this chatter will not alter circ.u.mstances. My sister has sold me in favour of this--what do you say his name is?"
"Mr. Montrose. Douglas Montrose!" said Cane sulkily. "He is----"
"Won"t you sit down and explain? You will be more comfortable."
"No I won"t," said Cane sharply and still fretted by the proposition which had been made to him. "I doubt if it would not be better for me to retire after what you have said."
"Oh," said Enistor ironically, "your duty to your late lamented client forbids."
"It does, and therefore I remain to explain. But I shall not sit down again in your presence, nor drink your wine, nor eat your food."
"Better wait until you are asked, Mr. Cane. Go on and tell me about Montrose."
Confounded by his host"s disconcerting calm, the little lawyer came to the point, but delivered his explanation standing. "Mr. Montrose is a young Scotchman, poor and handsome and clever. He is a poet and a journalist, who lives in a Bloomsbury garret, ambitious of literary fame. Eighteen months ago he saved Lady Staunton"s life when her horses bolted in Hyde Park. He stopped them at the risk of his limbs, and prevented a serious accident!"
"Silly a.s.s," muttered Enistor, "if Lucy had died then, the money would have come to me. Go on."
Appalled by this crudely evil speech, Cane started back. "Are you a man or a demon, Mr. Enistor?"
"You can ask riddles when you have delivered your message. Though, to be sure," said Enistor, sitting down, "there is little need. This handsome young pauper paid court to my sister, who was always weak and silly. His sham heroism and his good looks and effusive compliments worked on her feeble mind, and she made him her heir. Am I right?"
"Lady Staunton made Mr. Montrose her heir certainly," said Cane, shutting up his little black bag and putting on his hat to leave. "But your description of my new client is wrong. He does not flatter any one, and his heroism was not a sham. Nor was your sister feeble-minded, but a very clever----"
"Woman," ended Enistor sharply, "and being so became the prey of this adventurer. Well, Mr. Cane, now that you have delivered your message you can go, and I shall be obliged if you will send me the one thousand pounds as soon as possible."
"Oh, certainly," cried Cane eagerly.
Enistor saw why he spoke so agreeably. "You think that by taking the one thousand pounds I condone the testament of Lady Staunton. Perhaps you are right, but I have more strings to my bow than one. I have been infamously treated and I shall have my revenge."
"You cannot revenge yourself on your sister who is dead," said Cane rebukingly, "and to punish Mr. Montrose, who is perfectly innocent of harming you, would not be the act of a Christian."
"Ah, but you see I am nothing so feeble-minded as a Christian."
"What are you then?" Cane stared.
"A wronged man, who intends to be revenged."
"I shall protect my client," cried the lawyer vigorously.
"Naturally, your fees will be larger if you do. But don"t protect him at the cost of my character, or it will be the worse for your own."
"I am not afraid!"