"This house is not yours, you odious little scamp," his aunt retorted, raising her shrill voice some notes higher than usual; "and while I can hold a stick you shall not come inside it."
"Very well, then; you drive me to hostilities, don"t yah know. I"m sorry to show disrespect to your gray hairs--if any--but I shall be obliged to call in the police to eject yah."
"Call them in if you like," I answered, interposing between them. "Go out and get them! Mr. Hayes, while he"s gone, send for a carpenter to break open the back of Mr. Ashurst"s escritoire."
"A carpentah?" he cried, turning several degrees whiter than his pasty wont. "What for? A carpentah?"
I spoke distinctly. "Because we have reason to believe Mr. Ashurst"s real will is concealed in this house in a secret drawer, and because the keys were in the possession of White, whom we believe to be your accomplice in this shallow conspiracy."
He gasped and looked alarmed. "No, you don"t," he cried, stepping briskly forward. "You don"t, I tell yah! Break open Marmy"s desk! Why, hang it all, it"s my property."
"We shall see about that after we"ve broken it open," I answered grimly.
"Here, this screw-driver will do. The back"s not strong. Now, your help, Mr. Hayes--one, two, three; we can prise it apart between us."
Lord Southminster rushed up and tried to prevent us. But Lady Georgina, seizing both wrists, held him tight as in a vice with her dear skinny old hands. He writhed and struggled all in vain: he could not escape her. "I"ve often spanked you, Bertie," she cried, "and if you attempt to interfere, I"ll spank you again; that"s the long and the short of it!"
He broke from her and rushed out, to call the police, I believe, and prevent our desecration of pooah Marmy"s property.
[Ill.u.s.tration: VICTORY.]
Inside the first sh.e.l.l were several locked drawers, and two or three open ones, out of one of which Harold had fished the false will.
Instinct taught me somehow that the central drawer on the left-hand side was the compartment behind which lay the secret receptacle. I prised it apart and peered about inside it. Presently I saw a slip-panel, which I touched with one finger. The pigeon-hole flew open and disclosed a narrow slit I clutched at something--the will! Ho, victory! the will! I raised it aloft with a wild shout. Not a doubt of it! The real, the genuine doc.u.ment!
We turned it over and read it. It was my own fair copy, written at Florence, and bearing all the small marks of authenticity about it which I had pointed out to Mr. Hayes as wanting to the forged and impounded doc.u.ment. Fortunately, Lady Georgina and four of the servants had stood by throughout this scene, and had watched our demeanour, as well as Lord Southminster"s.
We turned next to the signatures. The princ.i.p.al one was clearly Mr.
Ashurst"s-- I knew it at once--his legible fat hand, "Marmaduke Courtney Ashurst." And then the witnesses? They fairly took our breath away.
"Why, Higginson"s sister isn"t one of them at all," Mr. Hayes cried, astonished.
A flush of remorse came over me. I saw it all now. I had misjudged that poor woman! She had the misfortune to be a rogue"s sister, but, as Harold had said, was herself a most respectable and blameless person.
Higginson must have forged her name to the doc.u.ment; that was all; and she had naturally sworn that she never signed it. He knew her honesty.
It was a master-stroke of rascality.
"The other one isn"t here, either," I exclaimed, growing more puzzled.
"The waiter at the hotel! Why, that"s another forgery! Higginson must have waited till the man was safely dead, and then used him similarly.
It was all very clever. Now, who are these people who really witnessed it?"
"The first one," Mr. Hayes said, examining the handwriting, "is Sir Roger Bland, the Dorsetshire baronet: he"s dead, poor fellow; but he was at Florence at the time, and I can answer for his signature. He was a client of mine, and died at Mentone. The second is Captain Richards, of the Mounted Police: he"s living still, but he"s away in South Africa."
"Then they risked his turning up?"
"If they knew who the real witnesses were at all--which is doubtful. You see, as you say, they may have seen the rough draft only."
"Higginson would know," I answered. "He was with Mr. Ashurst at Florence at the time, and he would take good care to keep a watch upon his movements. In my belief, it was he who suggested this whole plot to Lord Southminster."
"Of course it was," Lady Georgina put in. "That"s absolutely certain.
Bertie"s a rogue as well as a fool: but he"s too great a fool to invent a clever roguery, and too great a knave not to join in it foolishly when anybody else takes the pains to invent it."
"And it _was_ a clever roguery," Mr. Hayes interposed. "An ordinary rascal would have forged a later will in Lord Southminster"s favour and run the risk of detection; Higginson had the acuteness to forge a will exactly like the real one, and to let your husband bear the burden of the forgery. It was as sagacious as it was ruthless."
"The next point," I said, "will be for us to prove it."
At that moment the bell rang, and one of the house-servants--all puzzled by this conflict of interests--came in with a telegram, which he handed me on a salver. I broke it open, without glancing at the envelope. Its contents baffled me: "My address is Hotel Bristol, Paris; name as usual.
Send me a thousand pounds on account at once. I can"t afford to wait. No shillyshallying."
The message was unsigned. For a moment, I couldn"t imagine who sent it, or what it was driving at.
Then I took up the envelope. "Viscount Southminster, 24 Park Lane North, London."
My heart gave a jump. I saw in a second that chance, or Providence, had delivered the conspirators into my hands that day. The telegram was from Higginson! I had opened it by accident.
It was obvious what had happened. Lord Southminster must have written to him on the result of the trial, and told him he meant to take possession of his uncle"s house immediately. Higginson had acted on that hint, and addressed his telegram where he thought it likely Lord Southminster would receive it earliest. I had opened it in error, and that, too, was fortunate, for even in dealing with such a pack of scoundrels, it would never have occurred to me to violate somebody else"s correspondence had I not thought it was addressed to me. But having arrived at the truth thus unintentionally, I had, of course, no scruples about making full use of my information.
I showed the despatch at once to Lady Georgina and Mr. Hayes. They recognised its importance. "What next?" I inquired. "Time presses. At half-past three Harold comes up for examination at Bow Street."
Mr. Hayes was ready with an apt expedient. "Ring the bell for Mr.
Ashurst"s valet," he said, quietly. "The moment has now arrived when we can begin to set these conspirators by the ears. As soon as they learn that we know all, they will be eager to inform upon one another."
I rang the bell. "Send up White," I said. "We wish to speak to him."
The valet stole up, self-accused, a timid, servile creature, rubbing his hands nervously, and suspecting mischief. He was a rat in trouble. He had thin brown hair, neatly brushed and plastered down, so as to make it look still thinner, and his face was the average narrow cunning face of the dishonest man-servant. It had an ounce of wile in it to a pound or two of servility. He seemed just the sort of rogue meanly to join in an underhand conspiracy, and then meanly to back out of it. You could read at a glance that his principle in life was to save his own bacon.
[Ill.u.s.tration: YOU WISHED TO SEE ME, SIR?]
He advanced, fumbling his hands all the time, and smiling and fawning.
"You wished to see me, sir?" he murmured, in a deprecatory voice, looking sideways at Lady Georgina and me, but addressing the lawyer.
"Yes, White, I wished to see you. I have a question to ask you. _Who_ put the forged will in Mr. Ashurst"s desk? Was it you, or some other person?"
The question terrified him. He changed colour and gasped. But he rubbed his hands harder than ever and affected a sickly smile. "Oh, sir, how should _I_ know, sir? _I_ had nothing to do with it. I suppose--it was Mr. Tillington."
Our lawyer pounced upon him like a hawk on a t.i.tmouse. "Don"t prevaricate with me, sir," he said, sternly. "If you do, it may be worse for you. This case has a.s.sumed quite another aspect. It is you and your a.s.sociates who will be placed in the dock, not Mr. Tillington. You had better speak the truth; it is your one chance, I warn you. Lie to me, and instead of calling you as a witness for our case, I shall include you in the indictment."
White looked down uneasily at his shoes, and cowered. "Oh, sir, I don"t understand you."
"Yes you do. You understand me, and you know I mean it. Wriggling is useless; we intend to prosecute. We have unravelled this vile plot. We know the whole truth. Higginson and Lord Southminster forged a will between them----"
"Oh, sir, _not_ Lord Southminster! His lordship, I"m sure----"
Mr. Hayes"s keen eye had noted the subtle shade of distinction and admission. But he said nothing openly. "Well, then, Higginson forged, and Lord Southminster accepted, a false will, which purported to be Mr.
Marmaduke Ashurst"s. Now, follow me clearly. That will could not have been put into the escritoire during Mr. Ashurst"s life, for there would have been risk of his discovering it. It must, therefore, have been put there afterward. The moment he was dead, you, or somebody else with your consent and connivance, slipped it into the escritoire; and you afterwards showed Mr. Tillington the place where you had set it or seen it set, leading him to believe it was Mr. Ashurst"s will, and so involved him in all this trouble. Note that that was a felonious act. We accuse you of felony. Do you mean to confess, and give evidence on our behalf, or will you force me to send for a policeman to arrest you?"
The cur hesitated still. "Oh, sir," drawing back, and fumbling his hands on his breast, "you don"t mean it."
Mr. Hayes was prompt. "Hesslegrave, go for a policeman."
That curt sentence brought the rogue on his marrow-bones at once. He clasped his hands and debated inwardly. "If I tell you all I know," he said, at last, looking about him with an air of abject terror, as if he thought Lord Southminster or Higginson would hear him, "will you promise not to prosecute me?" His tone became insinuating. "For a hundred pounds, I could find the real will for you. You"d better close with me.