"A white paper in a blue envelope?"
"Yes."
"Then I saw her take it, as I said before. She unlocked that drawer before my eyes, took it out, and locked the drawer again."
Mr. Crellan turned blankly to Hewitt, but Hewitt kept his eyes on the nurse"s face.
"When did this occur?" he asked, "and how?"
"It was on Sat.u.r.day night, rather late. Everybody was in bed but Miss Garth and myself, and she had been down to the dining-room for something. Mr. Holford was asleep, so as I wanted to re-fill the water-bottle, I took it up and went. As I was pa.s.sing the door of this room that we are in now, I heard a noise, and looked in at the door, which was open. There was a candle on the table which had been left there earlier in the evening. Miss Garth was opening the top right hand drawer of _that_ bureau"--Mrs. Turton stabbed her finger spitefully toward the piece of furniture, as though she owed it a personal grudge--"and I saw her take out a blue foolscap envelope, and as the flap was open, I could see the enclosed paper was white. She shut the drawer, locked it, and came out of the room with the envelope in her hand."
"And what did you do?"
"I hurried on, and she came away without seeing me, and went in the opposite direction--toward the small staircase."
"Perhaps," Mr. Crellan ventured at a blurt, "perhaps she was walking in her sleep?"
"That she wasn"t!" the nurse replied, "for she came back to Mr.
Holford"s room almost as soon as I returned there, and asked some questions about the medicine--which was nothing new, for I must say she was very fond of interfering in things that were part of my business."
"That is quite certain, I suppose," Hewitt remarked--"that she could not have been asleep?"
"Quite certain. She talked for about a quarter of an hour, and wanted to kiss Mr. Holford, which might have wakened him, before she went to bed.
In fact, I may say we had a disagreement."
Hewitt did not take his steady gaze from the nurse"s face for some seconds after she had finished speaking. Then he only said, "Thank you, Mrs. Turton. I need scarcely a.s.sure you, after what Mr. Crellan has said, that your confidence shall not be betrayed. I think that is all, unless you have more to tell us."
Mrs. Turton bowed and rose. "There is nothing more," she said, and left the room.
As soon as she had gone, "Is Mrs. Turton at all interested in the will,"
Hewitt asked.
"No, there is nothing for her. She is a new-comer, you see. Perhaps,"
Mr. Crellan went on, struck by an idea, "she may be jealous, or something. She seems a spiteful woman--and really, I can"t believe her story for a moment."
"Why?"
"Well, you see, it"s absurd. Why should Miss Garth go to all this secret trouble to do herself an injury--to make a beggar of herself? And besides, she"s not in the habit of telling barefaced lies. She distinctly a.s.sured us, you remember, that she had never been to the bureau for any purpose whatever."
"But the nurse has an honest character, hasn"t she?"
"Yes, her character is excellent. Indeed, from all accounts, she is a very excellent woman, except for a desire to govern everybody, and a habit of spite if she is thwarted. But, of course, that sort of thing sometimes leads people rather far."
"So it does," Hewitt replied. "But consider now. Is it not possible that Miss Garth, completely infatuated with Mr. Mellis, thinks she is doing a n.o.ble thing for him by destroying the will and giving up her whole claim to his uncle"s property? Devoted women do just such things, you know."
Mr. Crellan stared, bent his head to his hand, and considered. "So they do, so they do," he said. "Insane foolery. Really, it"s the sort of thing I can imagine her doing--she"s honour and generosity itself. But then those lies," he resumed, sitting up and slapping his leg; "I can"t believe she"d tell such tremendous lies as that for anybody. And with such a calm face, too--I"m sure she couldn"t."
"Well, that"s as it may be. You can scarcely set a limit to the lengths a woman will go on behalf of a man she loves. I suppose, by the bye, Miss Garth is not exactly what you would call a "strong-minded" woman?"
"No, she"s not that. She"d never get on in the world by herself. She"s a good little soul, but nervous--very; and her month of anxiety, grief, and want of sleep seems to have broken her up."
"Mr. Mellis knows of the death, I suppose?"
"I telegraphed to him at his chambers in London the first thing yesterday--Tuesday--morning, as soon as the telegraph office was open.
He came here (as I"ve forgotten to tell you as yet) the first thing this morning--before I was over here myself, in fact. He had been staying not far off--at Ockham, I think--and the telegram had been sent on. He saw Miss Garth, but couldn"t stay, having to get back to London.
I met him going away as I came, about eleven o"clock. Of course I said nothing about the fact that I couldn"t find the will, but he will probably be down again soon, and may ask questions."
"Yes," Hewitt replied. "And speaking of that matter, you can no doubt talk with Miss Garth on very intimate and familiar terms?"
"Oh yes--yes; I"ve told you what old friends we are."
"I wish you could manage, at some favourable opportunity to-day, to speak to her alone, and without referring to the will in any way, get to know, as circ.u.mspectly and delicately as you can, how she stands in regard to Mr. Mellis. Whether he is an accepted lover, or likely to be one, you know. Whatever answer you may get, you may judge, I expect, by her manner how things really are."
"Very good--I"ll seize the first chance. Meanwhile what to do?"
"Nothing, I"m afraid, except perhaps to examine other pieces of furniture as closely as we have examined this bureau."
Other bureaux, desks, tables, and chests were examined fruitlessly. It was not until after dinner that Mr. Crellan saw a favourable opportunity of sounding Miss Garth as he had promised. Half an hour later he came to Hewitt in the study, more puzzled than ever.
"There"s no engagement between them," he reported, "secret or open, nor ever has been. It seems, from what I can make out, going to work as diplomatically as possible, that Mellis _did_ propose to her, or something very near it, a time ago, and was point-blank refused.
Altogether, Miss Garth"s sentiment for him appears to be rather dislike than otherwise."
"That rather knocks a hole in the theory of self-sacrifice, doesn"t it?"
Hewitt remarked. "I shall have to think over this, and sleep on it. It"s possible that it may be necessary to-morrow for you to tax Miss Garth, point-blank, with having taken away the will. Still, I hope not."
"I hope not, too," Mr. Crellan said, rather dubious as to the result of such an experiment. "She has been quite upset enough already. And, by the bye, she didn"t seem any the better or more composed after Mellis"
visit this morning."
"Still, _then_ the will was gone."
"Yes."
And so Hewitt and Mr. Crellan talked on late into the evening, turning over every apparent possibility and finding reason in none. The household went to bed at ten, and, soon after, Miss Garth came to bid Mr. Crellan good-night. It had been settled that both Martin Hewitt and Mr. Crellan should stay the night at Wedbury Hall.
Soon all was still, and the ticking of the tall clock in the hall below could be heard as distinctly as though it were in the study, while the rain without dropped from eaves and sills in regular splashes. Twelve o"clock struck, and Mr. Crellan was about to suggest retirement, when the sound of a light footstep startled Hewitt"s alert ear. He raised his hand to enjoin silence, and stepped to the door of the room, Mr. Crellan following him.
There was a light over the staircase, seven or eight yards away, and down the stairs came Miss Garth in dressing gown and slippers; she turned at the landing and vanished in a pa.s.sage leading to the right.
"Where does that lead to?" Hewitt whispered hurriedly.
"Toward the small staircase--other end of house," Mr. Crellan replied in the same tones.
"Come quietly," said Hewitt, and stepped lightly after Miss Garth, Mr.
Crellan at his heels.
She was nearing the opposite end of the pa.s.sage, walking at a fair pace and looking neither to right nor left. There was another light over the smaller staircase at the end. Without hesitation Miss Garth turned down the stairs till about half down the flight, and then stopped and pressed her hand against the oak wainscot.
Immediately the vertical piece of framing against which she had placed her hand turned on central pivots top and bottom, revealing a small recess, three feet high and little more than six inches wide. Miss Garth stooped and felt about at the bottom of this recess for several seconds.
Then with every sign of extreme agitation and horror she withdrew her hand empty, and sank on the stairs. Her head rolled from side to side on her shoulders, and beads of perspiration stood on her forehead. Hewitt with difficulty restrained Mr. Crellan from going to her a.s.sistance.