And they went. At least Mr Thomas c.o.x and the Flyman went--the first-named gentleman with an undignified rush, the second not very far from his heels; but Mr Burton lingered on the threshold to waft a kiss on his finger-tips to Miss Casata.
"Best love, Louise."
The lady made a dash at him, inarticulate with rage.
"You--you!"
Miss Bewicke stayed her progress.
"Louise!"
Mr Burton laughed.
"My dearest girl, you can"t expect to embrace me before all these people! Propriety forbids."
When he had disappeared, Mr Dumville gave voice to his sentiments.
"I wish you"d let me kill him!"
Miss Bewicke nodded her head, with an air of the profoundest wisdom, as she laid her little hands on his two arms.
"My dear Bryan, before very long he"ll be wanting to kill himself; that"ll be so much nicer for us and so much worse for him."
CHAPTER XX
HOW THE CHASE WAS ENDED
Mr Samuel Collyer was seated in his office. Spread open on the table in front of him was Mr George Burton"s will, which apparently he had just been studying. The study seemed to have afforded him amus.e.m.e.nt.
Leaning back in his chair, he smiled. He referred to his watch.
"Twenty minutes past; they will soon be here. On these occasions, punctuality ought to be the rule, and generally is. George Burton was a curious man, and left a curious will. And yet I don"t know. Why should I, or anyone, call it curious? By what right? When a man has neither wife nor children, and his only kindred are a couple of nephews to whom he is not particularly attached, surely he has a right to do as he likes with his own. It is his own--as yet. And if he chooses to attach to the succession certain conditions which appeal, we"ll say, to his sense of humour, what t.i.tle has anyone, lawyer or layman, to comment adversely on the expression of his wishes? So long as they are not in opposition to the general welfare of the body politic, it seems to me none. In a sense, most wills are curious, when you get right into them and understand their ins and outs. I daresay mine will be. I"m a bachelor. Upon my word, I don"t know who has the best claim to the few pence I shall leave. Why shouldn"t I ornament my testamentary dispositions with a few characteristic touches? Why not?"
While the lawyer propounded to himself this knotty problem, two visitors were shown in--Mr Holland, again upon Miss Broad"s arm. He still was not himself. The effects of the sand-bag, which the Flyman had used with more enthusiasm than he had perhaps intended, had not yet all vanished. He seemed uncertain about his capacity to steer himself. He did not carry himself so upright as was his wont. There was a look upon his face which it had not previously worn--of indecision, irresolution, as if he was not quite master of his mental faculties. That sandbag had landed on the brain. Miss Broad seemed to regard him as if he were a child; she watched over him as if he were one, and it must be allowed that he appeared to appreciate to the full her tender care.
The diplomatic lawyer chose not to see the things which were patent.
His greeting was,--
"I am glad to see you, Mr Holland, looking so much yourself. I was grieved to hear that you had had an accident."
"Accident!" The reiteration was Miss Broad"s. "You call it accident!"
"My dear young lady, the words which lawyers use are not always intended to bear their strict dictionary significance."
Another visitor was announced--Mr Horace Burton, as much at his ease as ever. Miss Broad blazed up at sight of him.
"You dare to come here!"
"Dare! Collyer, who"s this young lady? Oh, it"s Miss Broad, my future cousin. May I ask, Letty--you"ll let me call you Letty?--why you should speak of my "daring" to come to my own lawyer"s office? Hallo, Guy, you look squiffy! Buck up, my boy!"
He would have saluted his cousin with his open palm upon the back had not Miss Broad caught his arm as it was descending and flung it away.
He gazed at her with what was meant for admiration.
"You are a warm one, Letty, really now! If you propose to slang Guy, as you seem fond of slanging me, you ought to have a pot of money to make it worth his while. He"s likely to find marriage with you an expensive luxury, my dear."
Mr Holland half rose from the chair on which Miss Broad had placed him. He spoke with hesitating tongue.
"You had better be careful--what you say."
His relative laughed.
"You"d better be careful what you say, or you"ll tumble down."
Miss Broad laid her hand on Mr Holland"s shoulder.
"Never mind what he says. I don"t. He"s not worth noticing."
"Do you hear that, Collyer? Isn"t she severe? But let"s to business.
I"m not come to engage in a tongue-match with a lady. The three months are up. Where"s the ruby?"
Mr Collyer spoke.
"May I ask, Mr Holland, if you"re in possession of the ring in question?"
It was Miss Broad who answered.
"No, he is not. Miss Bewicke calls herself his friend, and she even pretends to be mine, but her friendship does not go far enough to induce her to hand over property to its rightful owner which was never hers."
Comment from Mr Burton,--
How sad! That"s very wrong of her. Shows such deplorable moral blindness, doesn"t it? She is a wicked woman, is May Bewicke--heartless, hypocritical, selfish to the core. Well, Collyer, anyhow that settles it. The money"s mine, and I give you my personal a.s.surance I can do with it."
"I have not the slightest doubt of that, Mr Burton; but, before we conclude, there is something which I have been instructed to hand to Mr Holland. It was for that purpose I requested your presence here.
Permit me, Mr Holland, to hand you this."
From a drawer in his writing-table the lawyer produced a small parcel.
When Mr Holland had undone, with somewhat shaky fingers, the outer covering, it was seen that within was a leather-covered case. Inside was a note, which he unfolded.
"Dear Guy," it ran, "this is a wedding present from yours, MAY BEWICKE."
"This" was a ring--the ring--the famous ruby.
While they gathered round it, with a babble of voices, and Mr Burton showed himself disposed to bl.u.s.ter, Miss Bewicke herself appeared at the door with Mr Bryan Dumville. She advanced to Mr Holland and Miss Broad.