Wallace drew up a simple form of a will and read it through aloud.
"I have left the name blank," he said. "If this expresses what you wish, you can fill in the name and sign it, either before Harding and myself or two other people."
Dudgeon took it and read it through again.
"That"ll do," he said. He put it on the table in front of Harding. "Fill in Mrs. Eustace"s name--I don"t know it," he added.
Harding wrote the name in the blank s.p.a.ce, the name of one who, in another minute, would rank amongst the greatest heiresses of the world.
"That is the full name," he said as he handed back the doc.u.ment to Dudgeon.
He looked at it.
"Jessie, is it?" he said. "Jessie Eustace, nee Spence. There is no chance of a mistake being made, is there? Hadn"t you better add whose wife she was?"
"If you wish it."
"And say where she is living now, and where she came from before she came here. I don"t want this to go wrong. I want to make sure she will get everything."
When the additions were made he read the whole doc.u.ment through once more.
"Yes, that seems to fix it," he said. "Give me a pen."
The signature affixed, and witnessed, he looked from one to the other.
"I"ll take your word to keep the matter secret till I"m gone," he said.
"I don"t feel like dying just yet, but one never knows, and, in the meantime, I don"t want this known. She don"t know, and if she does, it will only be through one of you two talking."
"You may rest a.s.sured, Mr. Dudgeon, that both Mr. Harding and myself will respect your confidence and hold the matter absolutely secret,"
Wallace replied.
"That"s good enough," he said.
Turning to Harding, he added, "I"ll leave this in your charge. If I go, see that she gets it. Good day."
He was at the door when Wallace spoke.
"Will you not stay and have some refreshment, after your long drive in?"
he said.
Dudgeon looked over his shoulder, with his hand on the door-handle.
"That"s all I want from you," he replied.
"There is one other matter," Harding exclaimed. "If this will ever has to be used, we have no information what property you are leaving."
Dudgeon let go the handle and faced round.
"Young man," he said, "you"ve got a head on you. Just sit down and I"ll tell you, and you can write them down."
Leaving the two together, Wallace went to the outer office.
"I am glad he"s gone," Dudgeon remarked. "This don"t concern him."
Then he reeled off a list of properties, securities, cash deposits, and other possessions, dazzling in their value and variety.
The name of a firm of lawyers in a southern city was added.
"That"s the lot," he said unconcernedly. "I needn"t tell you to see she has her rights. Give me your hand, my lad. I hope she shares it with you."
Without another word he was gone.
Harding was still running his eye over the list of properties Dudgeon had dictated when he heard Wallace call.
"All right. We"ll come in," Wallace added, and appeared with Durham at his heels.
"Do you know this?" Durham asked, as he held out his hand.
"My watch! Where on earth did you find it?" Harding cried.
"It is yours?"
"It"s the one which disappeared from under my pillow the night the bank was robbed."
"I thought so."
"Have you found anything more?" Wallace asked breathlessly.
"All the money and a lot of jewellery. I would like Mr. Harding to come along with me to-night to the place where I have it hidden. We can bring it in quietly without anyone knowing. But till then, don"t let this be seen, and don"t breathe a word of what I have told you. Now I"ve got the money I want to make sure of the man."
Wallace slapped him warmly on the back.
"You"re a marvel, Durham. I knew you"d do it somehow, but I"m bothered if I could see how. May I wire to head office?"
"Not till to-night, Mr. Wallace. When the stuff is handed over to you will be time enough."
"How about Mr. Dudgeon"s money?"
"It"s there, too."
"He"s in town. Will you tell him?"
"Not a word, Mr. Wallace. You are the only people I mention it to; not even Brennan will be told about it till it"s here."
"Well, you know more about these things than I do, so your word"s law.
But I shall be glad to let the head office know--I want to have the general manager"s authority to do what I told you was going to be done."
Durham smiled in answer. So did he want the general manager to authorise what was to be the news he wished to give Mrs. Burke on the morrow. With five thousand pounds behind him he antic.i.p.ated less difficulty in persuading her to postpone her intended return to Ireland, postpone it long enough, at all events, for her to go, not as Mrs. Burke, but as Mrs. Durham.