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have a consultation.”
He motioned Collingwood to remain where he was, and himself saw Nesta
down to the street. When he came back to his room he shook his head at
the young barrister.
“Collingwood!” he said. “There’s some dreadful business afloat in all
this! And it’s all the worse because of the fashion in which Pratt
talked to that girl. She’s evidently a very good memory—she narrated
that conversation clearly and fully. Pratt must be very sure of his hand
if he showed her his cards in that way—his very confidence in himself
shows what a subtle network he’s either made or is making. I question if
he’d very much care if he knew that we know. But he mustn’t know
that—yet. We must reply to his mine with a counter-mine!”
“What do you think of Pratt’s charge against Mrs. Mallathorpe?” asked
Collingwood.
Eldrick made a wry face.
“Looks bad!—very, very bad, Collingwood!” he answered. “Art and scheme
of a desperate woman, of course. But—we mustn’t let her daughter think
we believe it. Let her stick to the suggestion I made—which, as you
remarked, would certainly make a very good line of defence, supposing
Pratt even did accuse her. But now—what on earth is this document
that’s been mentioned—this paper of which Pratt has possession? Has
Mrs. Mallathorpe at some time committed forgery—or bigamy—or—what is
it? One thing’s sure, however—we’ve got to work quietly. We mustn’t let
Pratt know that we’re working. I hope he doesn’t know that Miss
Mallathorpe came here. Will you come back about four and hear what
message she sends me? After that, we could consult.”
Collingwood went away to his chambers. He was much occupied just then,
and had little time to think of anything but the work in hand. But as he
ate his lunch at the club which he had joined on settling in Barford, he
tried to get at some notion of the state of things, and once more his
mind reverted to the time of his grandfather’s death, and his own
suspicions about Pratt at that period. Clearly that was a point to which
they must hark back—he himself must make more inquiries about the
circumstances of Antony Bartle’s last hours. For this affair would not
have to rest where it was—it was intolerable that Nesta Mallathorpe
should in any way be under Pratt’s power. He went back to Eldrick at
four o’clock with a suggestion or two in his mind. And at the sight of
him Eldrick shook his head.
“I’ve had that telephone message from Normandale,” he said, “five
minutes ago. Pretty much what I expected—at this juncture, anyway. Mrs.
Mallathorpe absolutely declines to talk business with even her daughter
at present—and earnestly desires that Mr. Linford Pratt may be left
alone.”
“Well?” asked Collingwood after a pause. “What now?”
“We must do what we can—secretly, privately, for the daughter’s sake,”
said Eldrick. “I confess I don’t quite see a beginning, but–-”
Just then the private door opened, and Pascoe, a somewhat
lackadaisical-mannered man, who always looked half-asleep, and was in
reality remarkably wide-awake, lounged in, nodded to Collingwood, and
threw a newspaper in front of his partner.
“I say, Eldrick,” he drawled, as he removed a newly-lighted cigar from
his lips. “There’s an advertisement here which seems to refer to that
precious prot�g� of yours, who left you with such scant ceremony. Same
name, anyhow!”
Eldrick snatched up the paper, glanced at it and read a few words aloud.
“INFORMATION WANTED about James Parrawhite, at one time in practice as a
solicitor.”
ADVERTISEMENT
Eldrick looked up at his partner with a sharp, confirmatory glance.
“That’s our Parrawhite, of course!” he said. “Who’s after him, now?” And
he went on to read the rest of the advertisement, murmuring its
phraseology half-aloud: “‘in practice as a solicitor at Nottingham and
who left that town six years ago. If the said James Parrawhite will
communicate with the undersigned he will hear something greatly to his
advantage. Any person able to give information as to his whereabouts
will be suitably rewarded. Apply to Halstead & Byner, 56B, St. Martin’s
Chambers, London, W.C.’ Um!—Pascoe, hand over that Law List.”
Collingwood looked on in silence while Eldrick turned over the pages of
the big book which his partner took down from a shelf. He wondered at
Eldrick’s apparent and almost eager interest.
“Halstead & Byner are not solicitors,” announced Eldrick presently.
“They must be inquiry agents or something of that sort. Anyway, I’ll
write to them, Pascoe, at once.”
“You don’t know where the fellow is,” said Pascoe. “What’s the good?”
“No—but we know where he last was,” retorted Eldrick. He turned to
Collingwood as the junior partner sauntered out of the room. “Rather odd
that Pascoe should draw my attention to that just now,” he remarked.
“This man Parrawhite was, in a certain sense, mixed up with Pratt—at
least, Pratt and I are the only two people who know the secret of
Parrawhite’s disappearance from these offices. That was just about the
time of your grandfather’s death.”
Collingwood immediately became attentive. His first suspicions of Pratt
were formed at the time of which Eldrick spoke, and any reference to
events contemporary excited his interest.
“Who was or is—this man you’re talking of?” he asked.
“Bad lot—very!” answered Eldrick, shaking his head. “He and I were
articled together, at the same time, to the same people: we saw a lot of
each other as fellow articled clerks. He afterwards practised in
Nottingham, and he held some good appointments. But he’d a perfect mania
for gambling—the turf—and he went utterly wrong, and misappropriated
clients’ money, and in the end he got into prison, and was, of course,
struck off the rolls. I never heard anything of him for years, and then
one day, some time ago, he turned up here and begged me to give him a
job. I did—and I’ll do him the credit to say that he earned his money.
But—in the end, his natural badness broke out. One afternoon—I’m
careless about some things—I left some money lying in this
drawer—about forty pounds in notes and gold—and next morning
Parrawhite never came to business. We’ve never seen or heard of him
since.”
“You mentioned Pratt,” said Collingwood.
“Only Pratt and I know—about the money,” replied Eldrick. “We kept it
secret—I didn’t want Pascoe to know I’d been so careless. Pascoe didn’t
like Parrawhite—and he doesn’t know his record. I only told him that
Parrawhite was a chap I’d known in better circumstances and wanted to
give a hand to.”
“You said it was about the time of my grandfather’s death?” asked
Collingwood.
“It was just about then—between his death and his funeral I should
say,” answered Eldrick, “The two events are associated in my mind.
Anyway, I’d like to know what it is that these people want Parrawhite
for. If it’s money that’s come to him, it’ll be of no advantage—it’ll
only go where all the rest’s gone.”
Collingwood lost interest in Parrawhite. Parrawhite appeared to have
nothing to do with the affairs in which he was interested. He sat down
and began to tell Eldrick about his own suspicions of Pratt at the time
of Antony Bartle’s death; of what Jabey Naylor had told him about the
paper taken from the History of Barford; of the lad’s account of the
old man’s doings immediately afterwards; and of his own proceedings
which had led him to believe for the time being that his suspicions were
groundless.
“But now,” he went on, “a new idea occurs to me. Suppose that that
paper, found by my grandfather in a book which had certainly belonged to
the late John Mallathorpe, was something important relating to Mrs.
Mallathorpe? Suppose that my grandfather brought it across here to you?
Suppose that finding you out, he showed it to Pratt? As my grandfather
died suddenly, with nobody but Pratt there, what was there to prevent
Pratt from appropriating that paper if he saw that it would give him a
hold over Mrs. Mallathorpe? We know now that he has some document in his
possession which does give him a hold—may it not be that of which the
boy Naylor told me?”
“Might be,” agreed Eldrick. “But—my opinion is, taking things all
together, that the paper which Antony Bartle found was the one you
yourself discovered later—the list of books. No—I’ll tell you what I
think. I believe that the document which Pratt told Miss Mallathorpe he
holds, and to which her mother referred in the letter asking Pratt to
meet her, is probably—most probably!—one which he discovered in
searching out his relationship to Mrs. Mallathorpe. He’s a cute
chap—and he may have found some document which—well, I’ll tell you
what it might be—something which would upset the rights of Harper
Mallathorpe to his uncle’s estates. No other relatives came forward, or
were heard of, or were discoverable when John Mallathorpe was killed in
that chimney accident; but there may be some—there may be one in
particular. That’s my notion!—and I intend, in the first place, to make
a personal search of the parish registers from which Pratt got his
information. He may have discovered something there which he’s keeping
to himself.”
“You think that is the course to adopt?” asked Collingwood, after a
moment’s reflection.
“At present—yes,” replied Eldrick. “And while I’m making it—I’ll do it
myself—we’ll just go on outwardly—as if nothing had happened. If I
meet Pratt—as I shall—I shall not let him see that I know anything. Do
you go on in just the usual way. Go out to Normandale Grange now and
then—and tell Miss Mallathorpe to think no more of her interview with
Pratt until we’ve something to talk to her about. You talk to her
about—something else.”
When Collingwood had left him Eldrick laid a telegram form on his
plotting pad, and after a brief interval of thought wrote out a message
addressed to the people whose advertisement had attracted Pascoe’s
attention.
“HALSTEAD & BYNER, 56B, St. Martin’s Chambers, London, W.C.
“I can give you definite information concerning James Parrawhite
if you will send representative to see me personally.
“CHARLES ELDRICK, Eldrick & Pascoe, Solicitors, Barford.”
After Eldrick had sent off a clerk with this message to the nearest
telegraph office, he sat thinking for some time. And at the close of his
meditations, and after some turning over of a diary which lay on his
desk, he picked up pen and paper, and drafted an advertisement of his
own.
“TEN POUNDS REWARD will be paid to any person who can give
reliable and useful information as to James Parrawhite, who
until November last was a clerk in the employ of Messrs. Eldrick
& Pascoe, Solicitors, Barford, and who is believed to have left
the town on the evening of November 23.—Apply to Mr. CHARLES
ELDRICK, of the above firm.”
“Worth risking ten pounds on—anyway,” muttered Eldrick. “Whether these
London people will cover it or not. Here!” he went on, turning to a
clerk who had just entered the room. “Make three copies of this
advertisement, and take one to each of the three newspaper offices, and
tell ‘em to put it in their personal column tonight.”
He sat musing for some time after he was left alone again, and when he
at last rose, it was with a shake of the head.
“I wonder if Pratt told me the truth that morning?” he said to himself.
“Anyway, he’s now being proved to be even deeper than I’d ever
considered him. Well—other folk than Pratt are possessed of pretty good
wits.”
Before he left the office that evening Eldrick was handed
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