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ā€œDecidedly I do!ā€ replied Byner. ā€œWhere is he to be found?ā€™

 

ā€œI couldnā€™t say wheer he lives,ā€ answered the landlord. ā€œBut itā€™ll be

somewhere close about; anyway, heā€™ll be in here tonight. Bill Thomson tā€™

fellerā€™s name isā€”decent young feller enough.ā€

 

ā€œI must contrive to see him, certainly,ā€ said Byner. ā€œWell, now, can you

show me this Stubbsā€™ Lane and the neighbourhood?ā€

 

ā€œJust step along tā€™ road a bit and Iā€™ll join you in a few oā€™ minutes,ā€

assented Pickard. ā€œWeā€™d best not be seen leavin tā€™ house together, or

our folkā€™ll think itā€™s a put-up job. Walk forrard a piece.ā€

 

Byner strolled along the road a little way, and leaned over a wall until

Mr. Pickard, wearing his white billycock hat and accompanied by a fine

fox-terrier, lounged up with his thumbs in the armholes of his

waistcoat. Together they went a little further along.

 

ā€œNow then!ā€ said the landlord, crossing the road towards the entrance of

a narrow lane which ran between two high stone walls. ā€œThis here is

Stubbsā€™ Laneā€”so called, I believe, ā€˜cause an owd gentleman named

similar used to hev a house here ā€˜atā€™s been pulled down. Ye see, it runs

up froā€™ this high-road towards yon terrace oā€™ houses. Folks hereabouts

calls that terrace tā€™ Worldā€™s End, ā€˜cause theyā€™re tā€™ last houses afore

ye get on to tā€™ open moorlands. Now, that night ā€˜at Parrawhite wor

aiminā€™ to meet Pratt, it wor iā€™ this very lane. Pratt, when he left tā€™

tram-car, tā€™ other side oā€™ my place, ā€˜ud come up tā€™ road, and up this

lane. And it wor at tā€™ top oā€™ tā€™ lane ā€˜at Bill Thomson seeā€™d Pratt and

Parrawhite cross into what Bill called tā€™ owd quarry ground.ā€

 

ā€œCan we go into that?ā€ asked Byner.

 

ā€œNowt easier!ā€ said Pickard. ā€œItā€™s a sort of open space where tā€™ childer

goes and plays about: they hevā€™nā€™t worked no stone theer for many a long

yearā€”all tā€™ stoneā€™s exhausted, like.ā€

 

He led Byner along the lane to its further end, pointed out the place

where Thomson said he had seen Pratt and Parrawhite, and indicated the

terrace of houses in which Pratt lived. Then he crossed towards the old

quarries.

 

ā€œDonā€™t know what they should want to come in here forā€”unless it wor to

talk very confidential,ā€ said Pickard. ā€œBut lor bless yer!ā€”it ā€˜ud be

quiet enough anywheer about this neighbourhood at that time oā€™ neet.

However, this is wheer Bill Thomson says he seeā€™d ā€˜em come.ā€

 

He led the way amongst the disused quarries, and Byner, following,

climbed on a mound, now grown over with grass and weed, and looked about

him. To his town eyes the place was something novel. He had never seen

the like of it before. Gradually he began to understand it. The stone

had been torn out of the earth, sometimes in square pits, sometimes in

semi-circular ones, until the various veins and strata had become

exhausted. Then, when men went away, Nature had stepped in to assert her

rights. All over the despoiled region she had spread a new clothing of

green. Turf had grown on the flooring of the quarries; ivy and bramble

had covered the deep scars; bushes had sprung up; trees were already

springing. And in one of the worn-out excavations some man had planted a

kitchen-garden in orderly and formal rows and plots.

 

ā€œDangerous place that there!ā€ said Pickard suddenly. ā€œIf Iā€™d known oā€™

that, I shouldnā€™t haā€™ let my young ā€˜uns come to play about here. They

might be tummlinā€™ in and drowninā€™ theirsens! I mun tell my missis to

keep ā€˜em away!ā€

 

Byner turnedā€”to find the landlord pointing at the old shaft which had

gradually become filled with water. In the morning sunlight its surface

glittered like a plane of burnished metal, but when the two men went

nearer and gazed at it from its edge, the water was black and

unfathomable to the eye.

 

ā€œGoodish thirty feet oā€™ water in that there!ā€ surmised Pickard. ā€œItā€™s

none safe for childer to play aboutā€”theerā€™s nowt to protect ā€˜em. Next

time I see Mestur Shepherd I shall makā€™ it my business to tell him so;

he owt either to drain that watter off or put a fence around it.ā€

 

ā€œIs Mr. Shepherd the property-owner?ā€ asked Byner.

 

ā€œAye!ā€”itā€™s all his, this land,ā€ answered Pickard. He pointed to a

low-roofed house set amidst elms and chestnuts, some distance off across

the moor. ā€œLives theer, does Mestur Shepherdā€”varry well-to-do man, he

is.ā€

 

ā€œHow could that water be drained off?ā€ asked Byner with assumed

carelessness.

 

ā€œEasy enough!ā€ replied Pickard. ā€œCut through yon ledge, and let it run

into tā€™ far quarry there. A couple oā€™ men ā€˜ud do that job in a day.ā€

 

Byner made no further remark. He and Pickard strolled back to the _Green

Man_ together. And declining the landlordā€™s invitation to step inside

and take another glass, but promising to see him again very soon, the

inquiry agent walked on to the tram-car and rode down to Barford to keep

his appointment with Eldrick and Collingwood at the barristerā€™s

chambers.

CHAPTER XXI

THE DIRECT CHARGE

 

While Byner was pursuing his investigations in the neighbourhood of the

Green Man, Collingwood was out at Normandale Grange, discussing

certain matters with Nesta Mallathorpe. He had not only thought long and

deeply over his conversation with Cobcroft the previous evening, but had

begun to think about the crucial point of the clerkā€™s story as soon as

he spoke in the morning, and the result of his meditations was that he

rose early, intercepted Cobcroft before he started for Mallathorpeā€™s

Mill and asked his permission to re-tell the story to Miss Mallathorpe.

Cobcroft raised no objection, and when Collingwood had been to his

chambers and seen his letters, he chartered a car and rode out to

Normandale where he told Nesta of what he had learned and of his own

conclusions. And Nesta, having listened carefully to all he had to tell,

put a direct question to him.

 

ā€œYou think this document which Pratt told me he holds is my late uncleā€™s

will?ā€ she said. ā€œWhat do you suppose its terms to be?ā€

 

ā€œFranklyā€”these, or something like these,ā€ replied Collingwood. ā€œAnd I

get at my conclusions in this way. Your uncle died intestateā€”consequently,

everything in the shape of real estate came to your brother and everything

in personal property to your brother and yourself. Now, supposing that

the document which Pratt boasts of holding is the will, one fact is very

certainā€”the property, real or personal, is not disposed of in the way

in which it became disposed of because of John Mallathorpeā€™s intestacy.

He probably disposed of it in quite another fashion. Why do I think that?

Because the probability is that Pratt said to your mother, ā€˜I have got

John Mallathorpeā€™s will! It doesnā€™t leave his property to your son and

daughter. Therefore, I have all of you at my mercy. Make it worth my

while, or I will bring the will forward.ā€™ Do you see that situation?ā€

 

ā€œThen,ā€ replied Nesta, after a momentā€™s reflection, ā€œyou do think that

my mother was very anxious to get that documentā€”a willā€”from Pratt?ā€

 

Collingwood knew what she was thinking ofā€”her mind was still uneasy

about Prattā€™s account of the affair of the footbridge. Butā€”the matter

had to be faced.

 

ā€œI think your mother would naturally be very anxious to secure such a

document,ā€ he said. ā€œYou must remember that according to Prattā€™s story

to you, she tried to buy it from himā€”just as you did yourself, though

you, of course, had no idea of what it was you wanted to buy.ā€

 

ā€œWhat I wanted to buy,ā€ she answered readily, ā€œwas necessity from

further interference! Butā€”is there no way of compelling Pratt to give

up that documentā€”whatever it is? Canā€™t he be made to give it up?ā€

 

ā€œA way is may be being made, just nowā€”through another affair,ā€ replied

Collingwood. ā€œAt present matters are vague. One couldnā€™t go to Pratt and

demand something at which one is, after all, only guessing. Your mother,

of course, would deny that she knows what it is that Pratt holds.

Butā€”there is the possibility of the duplicate to which Cobcroft

referred. Now, I want to put the question straight to youā€”supposing

that duplicate will can be foundā€”and supposingā€”to put it plainlyā€“its

terms dispossess you of all your considerable propertyā€”what then?ā€

 

ā€œDo you want the exact truth?ā€ she asked. ā€œWell, then, I should just

welcome anything that cleared up all this mystery! What is it at

present, this situation, but intolerable? I know that my

mother is in Prattā€™s power, and likely to remain so as long as ever this

goes onā€”probably for life. She will not give me her confidence. What is

more, I am certain that she is giving it to Esther Mawsonā€”who is most

likely hand-in-glove with Pratt. Esther Mawson is always with her. I am

almost sure that she communicates with Pratt through Esther Mawson. It

is all what I sayā€”intolerable! I had rather lose every penny that has

come into my hands than have this go on.ā€

 

ā€œAnswer me a plain question,ā€ said Collingwood. ā€œIs your mother fond of

money, positionā€”all that sort of thing?ā€

 

ā€œShe is fond of power!ā€ replied Nesta. ā€œIt pleased her greatly when we

came into all this wealth to know that she was the virtual

administrator. Even if she could only do it by collusion with Pratt, she

would make a fight for all that sheā€”and Iā€”hold. Itā€™s useless to deny

that. Donā€™t forget,ā€ she added, looking appealingly at Collingwood,

ā€œdonā€™t forget that she has known what it was to be poorā€”and if one does

come into moneyā€”I suppose one doesnā€™t want to lose it again.ā€

 

ā€œOh, itā€™s natural enough!ā€ agreed Collingwood. ā€œButā€”if things are as I

think, Pratt would be an incubus, a mill-stone, for ever. Anyway, I came

out to tell you what Iā€™ve learned, and what I have an idea may be the

truth, and above all, to get your definite opinion. You want the Pratt

influence out of the wayā€”at any cost?ā€

 

ā€œAt any cost!ā€ she affirmed. ā€œEven if I have to go back to earning my

own living! Whatever pleasure in life could there be for me, knowing

that at the back of all this there is thatā€”what?ā€

 

ā€œPratt!ā€ answered Collingwood. ā€œPratt! Heā€™s the shadowā€”with his deep

schemes. However, as I saidā€”there may beā€”developing at this

momentā€”another way of getting at Pratt. Gentlemen like Pratt, born

schemers, invariably forget one very important factor in lifeā€”the

unexpected! Even the cleverest and most subtle schemer may have his

delicate machinery broken to pieces by a chance bit of mere dust getting

into it at an unexpected turn of the wheels. And to turn to plainer

languageā€”Iā€™m going back to Barford now to hear what another man has to

say concerning certain of Prattā€™s recent movements.ā€

 

Eldrick was already waiting when Collingwood reached his chambers: Byner

came there a few moments later. Within half an hour the barrister had

told his story of Cobcroft, and the inquiry agent his of his visit to

the Green Man and the quarries. And the solicitor listened quietly and

attentively to both, and in the end turned to Collingwood.

 

ā€œIā€™ll withdraw my opinion about the nature of the document which Pratt

got hold of,ā€ he said. ā€œWhat heā€™s got is what you thinkā€”John

Mallathorpeā€™s will!ā€

 

ā€œIf I may venture an opinion,ā€ remarked Byner, ā€œthatā€™s dead certain!ā€

 

ā€œAnd now,ā€ continued Eldrick, ā€œweā€™re faced with a nice situation! Donā€™t

either of you forget this fact. Not out of willingness on her part, but

because sheā€™s got to do it, Mrs. Mallathorpe and Pratt are partners in

that affair. Heā€™s got the willā€”but she knows its contents.

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