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and used his privilege as an old and confidential

servant. ā€œIā€™ve always said, sir, that it was a great mistake to leave

loose money lying about,ā€ he remarked mournfully. ā€œIf thereā€™d only been

a practice of letting me lock anything of that sort up in the safe every

nightā€”and this chequebook, too, sirā€”thenā€“-ā€

 

ā€œI knowā€”I know!ā€ said Eldrick. ā€œVery reprehensible on my partā€”Iā€™m

afraid I am carelessā€”no doubt of it. Butā€“-ā€

 

He in his turn was interrupted by Pratt, who was turning over the

chequebook.

 

ā€œSome cheque forms have been taken out of this,ā€ he said. ā€œThree! at the

end. Look there, sir!ā€

 

Eldrick uttered an exclamation of intense annoyance and disgust. He

looked at the despoiled chequebook, and flung it into the drawer.

 

ā€œPratt!ā€ he said, turning half appealingly, half confidentially to the

clerk. ā€œDonā€™t say a word of thisā€”above all, donā€™t mention it to Mr.

Pascoe. Itā€™s my fault and I must make the forty-three pounds good.

Pratt, Iā€™m afraid this is Parrawhiteā€™s work. Iā€”well, I may as well tell

youā€”heā€™d been in trouble before he came here. I gave him another

chanceā€”Iā€™d known him, years ago. I thought heā€™d go straight. Butā€”I

fear heā€™s been tempted. He may have seen me leave money about. Was he in

here last night?ā€

 

Pratt pointed to a document which lay on Eldrickā€™s desk.

 

ā€œHe came in here to leave that for your perusal,ā€ he answered. ā€œHe was

in hereā€”aloneā€”a minute or two before he left.ā€

 

All these lies came readily and naturallyā€”and Eldrick swallowed each.

He shook his head.

 

ā€œMy faultā€”all my fault!ā€ he said. ā€œLook hereā€”keep it quiet. Butā€”do

you know where Parrawhite has livedā€”lodged?ā€

 

ā€œNo!ā€ replied Pratt. ā€œSome of the others may, though!ā€

 

ā€œTry to find outā€”quickly,ā€ continued Eldrick; ā€œThen, make some excuse

to go outā€”take papers somewhere, or somethingā€”and find if heā€™s left

his lodgings! Iā€”I donā€™t want to set the police on him. He was a decent

fellow, once. See what you can make out, Pratt. In strict secrecy, you

knowā€“I do not want this to go further.ā€

 

Pratt could have danced for joy when he presently went out into the

town. There would be no hue-and-cry after Parrawhiteā€”none! Eldrick

would accept the fact that Parrawhite had robbed him and flownā€”and

Parrawhite would never be heard ofā€”never mentioned again. It was the

height of good luck for him. Already he had got rid of any small scraps

of regret or remorse about the killing of his fellow-clerk. Why should

he be sorry? The scoundrel had tried to murder him, thinking no doubt

that he had the will on him. And he had not meant to kill himā€”what he

had done, he had done in self-defence. Noā€”everything was working most

admirablyā€”Parrawhiteā€™s previous bad record, Eldrickā€™s carelessness and

his desire to shut things up: it was all good. From that day forward,

Parrawhite would be as if he had never been. Pratt was not even afraid

of the body being discoveredā€”though he believed that it would remain

where it was for everā€”for the probability was that the authorities

would fill up that pit with earth and stones. But if it was brought to

light? Why, the explanation was simple.

 

Parrawhite, having robbed his employer, had been robbed himself,

possibly by men with whom he had been drinking, and had been murdered in

the bargain. No suspicion could attach to him, Prattā€”he had nothing to

fearā€”nothing!

 

For the form of the thing, he called at the place whereat Parrawhite had

lodgedā€”they had seen nothing of him since the previous morning. They

were poor, cheap lodgings in a mean street. The woman of the house said

that Parrawhite had gone out as usual the morning before, and had never

been in again. In order to find out all he could, Pratt asked if he had

left much behind him in the way of belongings, andā€”just as he had

expectedā€”he learned that Parrawhiteā€™s personal property was remarkably

limited: he possessed only one suit of clothes and not over much

besides, said the landlady.

 

ā€œIs there aught wrong?ā€ she asked, when Pratt had finished his

questions. ā€œAre you from where he worked?ā€

 

ā€œThatā€™s it,ā€ answered Pratt, ā€œAnd he hasnā€™t turned up this morning, and

we think heā€™s left the town. Owe you anything, missis?ā€

 

ā€œNay, nothing much,ā€ she replied. ā€œTen shillings ā€˜ud cover it, mister.ā€

 

Pratt gave her half a sovereign. It was not out of consideration for

her, nor as a concession to Parrawhiteā€™s memory: it was simply to stop

her from coming down to Eldrick & Pascoeā€™s.

 

ā€œWell, I donā€™t think youā€™ll see him again,ā€ he remarked. ā€œAnd I dare say

you wonā€™t care if you donā€™t.ā€

 

He turned away then, but before he had gone far, the woman called him

back.

 

ā€œWhat am I to do with his bits of things, mister, if he doesnā€™t come

back?ā€ she asked.

 

ā€œAught you please,ā€ answered Pratt, indifferently. ā€œThrow ā€˜em on the

dust-heap.ā€

 

As he went back to the centre of the town, he occupied himself in

considering his attitude to Mrs. Mallathorpe when she called on him that

evening. In spite of his own previous notion, and of his

carefully-worked-out scheme about the stewardship, he had been impressed

by what Parrawhite has said as to the wisdom of selling the will for

cash. Pratt did not believe that there was anything in the Collingwood

suggestionā€”no doubt whatever, he had decided, that old Bartle had meant

to tell Mrs. Mallathorpe of his discovery when she called in answer to

his note, but as he had died before she could call, and as he had told

nobody but him, Pratt, what possible danger could there be from

Collingwood? And a stewardship for life appealed to him. He knew, from

observation of the world, what a fine thing it is to have a certainty.

 

Once he became steward and agent of the Normandale Grange estate, he

would stick there, until he had saved a tidy heap of money. Then he

would retireā€”with a pension and a handsome presentā€”and enjoy himself.

To be provided for, for life!ā€”what more could a wise man want? And

yetā€”there was something in what that devil Parrawhite had urged.

 

For there was a riskā€”however smallā€”of discovery, and if discovery were

made, there would be a nice penalty to pay. It might, after all, be

better to sell the will outrightā€”for as much ready money as ever he

could get, and to take his gains far away, and start out on a career

elsewhere. After all, there was much to be said for the old proverb. The

only question wasā€”was the bird in hand worth the two; or the money,

which he believed he would net in the bush?

 

Prattā€™s doubts on this point were settled in a curious fashion. He had

reached the centre of the town in his return to Eldrickā€™s, and there, in

the fashionable shopping street, he ran up against an acquaintance. He

and the acquaintance stopped and chattedā€”about nothing. And as they

lounged on the curb, a smart victoria drew up close by, and out of it,

alone, stepped a girl who immediately attracted Prattā€™s eyes. He watched

her across the pavement; he watched her into the shop. And his companion

laughed.

 

ā€œThatā€™s the sort!ā€ he remarked flippantly. ā€œIf you and I had one each,

old manā€”what?ā€

 

ā€œWho is she?ā€ demanded Pratt.

 

The acquaintance stared at him in surprise.

 

ā€œWhat!ā€ he exclaimed. ā€œYou donā€™t know. Thatā€™s Miss Mallathorpe.ā€

 

ā€œI didnā€™t know,ā€ said Pratt. ā€œFact!ā€

 

He waited until Nesta Mallathorpe came out and drove awayā€”so that he

could get another and a closer look at her. And when she was gone, he

went slowly back to the office, his mind made up. Risk or no risk, he

would carry out his original notion. Whatever Mrs. Mallathorpe might

offer, he would stick to his idea of close and intimate connection with

Normandale Grange.

CHAPTER VIII

TERMS

 

Mrs. Mallathorpe, left to face the situation which Pratt had revealed to

her in such sudden and startling fashion, had been quick to realize its

seriousness. It had not taken much to convince her that the clerk knew

what he was talking about. She had no doubt whatever that he was right

when he said that the production of John Mallathorpeā€™s will would mean

dispossession to her children, and through them to herself. Nor had she

any doubt, either, of Prattā€™s intention to profit by his discovery. She

saw that he was a young man of determination, not at all scrupulous,

eager to seize on anything likely to turn to his own advantage. She was,

in short, at his mercy. And she had no one to turn to. Her son was weak,

purposeless, almost devoid of character; he cared for nothing beyond

ease and comfort, and left everything to her so long as he was allowed

to do what he liked. She dared not confide in himā€”he was not fit to be

entrusted with such a secret, nor endowed with the courage to carry it

boldly and unflinchingly. Nor dare she confide it to her daughterā€”Nesta

was as strong as her brother was weak: Mrs. Mallathorpe had only told

the plain truth when she said to Pratt that if her daughter knew of the

will she would go straight to the two trustees. Noā€”she would have to do

everything herself. And she could do nothing save under Prattā€™s

dictation. So long as he had that will in his possession, he could make

her agree to whatever terms he liked to insist upon.

 

She spent a sleepless night, resolving all sorts of plans; she resolved

more plans and schemes during the day which followed. But they all ended

at the same pointā€”Pratt. All the future depended uponā€”Pratt. And by

the end of the day it had come to thisā€”she must make a determined

effort to buy Pratt clean out, so that she could get the will into her

own possession and destroy it. She knew that she could easily find the

necessary moneyā€”Harper Mallathorpe had such a natural dislike of all

business matters and was so little fitted to attend to them that he was

only too well content to leave everything relating to the estate and the

mill at Barford to his mother. Up to that time Mrs. Mallathorpe had

managed the affairs of both, and she had large sums at her disposal, out

of which she could pay Pratt without even Harper being aware that she

was paying him anything. And surely no young man in Prattā€™s positionā€”a

mere clerk, earning a few pounds a weekā€”would refuse a big sum of ready

money! It seemed incredible to herā€”and she went into Barford towards

evening hoping that by the time she returned the will would have been

burned to grey ashes.

 

Mrs. Mallathorpe used some ingenuity in making her visit to Pratt.

Giving out that she was going to see a friend in Barford, of whose

illness she had just heard, she drove into the town, and on arriving

near the Town Hall dismissed her carriage, with orders to the coachman

to put up his horses at a certain livery stable, and to meet her at the

same place at a specified time. Then she went away on foot, and drew a

thick veil over her face before hiring a cab in which she drove up to

the outskirt on which Pratt had his lodging. She was still veiled when

Prattā€™s landlady showed her into the clerkā€™s sitting-room.

 

ā€œIs it safe here?ā€ she asked at once. ā€œIs there no fear of anybody

hearing what we may say?ā€

 

ā€œNone!ā€ answered Pratt reassuringly. ā€œI know these folksā€”Iā€™ve lived

here several years. And nobody could hear however much they put their

ears to the keyhole.

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