The Herapath Property Part 22

"The exact procedure, my dear sir," replied Mr. Halfpenny, dropping into his best legal manner, and putting the tips of his warmly-gloved fingers together in front of his well-filled overcoat, "the exact procedure is as follows. Barthorpe Herapath is without doubt the heir-at-law of his deceased uncle, Jacob Herapath. If Jacob had died intestate Barthorpe would have taken what we may call everything, for his uncle's property is practically all in the shape of real estate, in comparison to which the personalty is a mere nothing. But there is a will, leaving everything to Margaret Wynne. If Barthorpe Herapath intends to contest the legality of that will----"

"Good heavens, is that possible?" exclaimed Mr. Tertius. "He can't!"

"He can--if he wishes," replied Mr. Halfpenny, "though at present I don't know on what possible grounds. But, if he does, he can at once enter a caveat in the Probate Registry. The effect of that--supposing he does it--will be that when I take the will to be proved, progress will be stopped. Very well--I shall then, following the ordinary practice, issue and serve upon Barthorpe Herapath a doc.u.ment technically known as a 'warning.' On service of this warning, Barthorpe, if he insists upon his opposition, must enter an appearance. There will then be an opportunity for debate and attempt at agreement between him and ourselves. If that fails, or does not take place, I shall then issue a writ to establish the will. And that being done, why, then, my dear sir, the proceedings--ah, the proceedings would follow--substantially--the--er--usual course of litigation in this country."

"And that," asked Mr. Tertius, deeply interested and wholly innocent, "that would be----?"

"Well, there are two parties in this case--supposed case," continued Mr.

Halfpenny, "Barthorpe Herapath, Margaret Wynne. After the issue of the writ I have just spoken of, each party would put in his or her pleas, and the matter would ultimately go to trial in the Probate Division of the High Court, most likely before a judge and a special jury."

"And how long would all this take?" asked Mr. Tertius.

"Ah!--um!" replied Mr. Halfpenny, tapping the tips of his gloves together. "That, my dear sir, is a somewhat difficult question to answer. I believe that all readers of the newspapers are aware that our Law Courts are somewhat congested--the cause lists are very full. The time which must elapse before a case can actually come to trial varies, my dear Tertius, varies enormously. But if--as in the matter we are supposing would probably be the case--if all the parties concerned were particularly anxious to have the case disposed of without delay, the trial might be arrived at within three or four months--that is, my dear sir, if the Long Vacation did not intervene. But--speaking generally--a better, more usual, more probable estimate would be, say six, seven, eight, or nine months."

"So long?" exclaimed Mr. Tertius. "I thought that justice was neither denied, sold, nor delayed!"

"Justice is never denied, my good friend, nor is it sold," replied Mr.

Halfpenny, oracularly. "As to delay, ah, well, you know, if people will be litigants--and I a.s.sure you that nothing is so pleasing to a very large number of extraordinary persons who simply love litigation--a little delay cannot be avoided. However, we will hope that we shall have no litigation. Our present job is to get that will proved, and so far I see no difficulty. There is the will--we have the witnesses. At least, there are you, and we're hoping to see t'other in a few minutes. By the by, Tertius, what sort of fellow is this Burchill?"

Mr. Tertius considered his answer to this question.

"Well, I hardly know," he said at last. "Of course, I have rarely seen much of Jacob's secretaries. This man--he's not quite a youngster, Halfpenny--struck me as being the sort of person who might be dangerous."

"Ah!" exclaimed Mr. Halfpenny. "Dangerous! G.o.d bless me! Now, in what way, Tertius?"

"I don't quite know," replied Mr. Tertius. "He, somehow, from what I saw of him, suggested, I really don't know how, a certain atmosphere of, say--I'm trying to find the right words--cunning, subtlety, depth.

Yes--yes, I should say he was what we commonly call--or what is commonly called in vulgar parlance--deep. Deep!"

"You mean--designing?" suggested Mr. Halfpenny.

"Exactly--designing," a.s.sented Mr. Tertius. "It--it was the sort of idea he conveyed, you know."

"Don't like the sound of him," said Mr. Halfpenny, "However, he's the second witness and we must put up with the fact. And here we are at these Calengrove Mansions, and let's hope we haven't a hundred infernal steps to climb, and that we find the fellow in."

The fellow was in. And the fellow, who had now discarded his mourning suit for the purple and fine linen which suggested Bond Street, was just about to go out, and was in a great hurry, and said so. He listened with obvious impatience while Mr. Tertius presented his companion.

"I wished to see you about the will of the deceased Jacob Herapath, Mr.

Burchill," said Mr. Halfpenny "The will which, of course, you witnessed."

Burchill, who was gathering some books and papers together, and had already apologized for not being able to ask his callers to sit down, answered in an off-hand, bustling fas.h.i.+on.

"Of course, of course!" he replied. "Mr. Jacob Herapath's will, eh? Oh, of course, yes. Anything I can do, Mr. Halfpenny, of course--perhaps you'll drop me a line and make an appointment at your office some day--then I'll call, d'you see?"

"You remember the occasion, and the will, and your signature?" said Mr.

Halfpenny, contriving to give Mr. Tertius a nudge as he put this direct question.

"Oh, I remember everything that ever happened in connection with my secretarys.h.i.+p to Mr. Jacob Herapath!" replied Burchill, still bustling.

"I shall be ready for anything whenever I'm wanted, Mr. Halfpenny--pleased to be of service to the family, I'm sure. Now, you must really pardon me, gentlemen, if I hurry you and myself out--I've a most important engagement and I'm late already. As I said--drop me a line for an appointment, Mr. Halfpenny, and I'll come to you. Now, good-bye, good-bye!"

He had got them out of his flat, shaken hands with them, and hurried off before either elderly gentleman could get a word in, and as he flew towards the stairs Mr. Halfpenny looked at Mr. Tertius and shook his head.

"That beggar didn't want to talk," he said. "I don't like it."

"But he said that he remembered!" exclaimed Mr. Tertius. "Wasn't that satisfactory?"

"Anything but satisfactory, the whole thing," replied the old lawyer.

"Didn't you notice that the man avoided any direct reply? He said 'of course' about a hundred times, and was as ambiguous, and non-committal, and vague, as he could be. My dear Tertius, the fellow was fencing!"

Mr. Tertius looked deeply distressed.

"You don't think----" he began.

"I might think a lot when I begin to think," said Mr. Halfpenny as they slowly descended the stairs from the desert solitude of the top floor of Calengrove Mansions. "But there's one thought that strikes me just now--do you remember what Burchill's old landlady at Upper Seymour Street told us?"

"That Barthorpe Herapath had been to inquire for Burchill?--yes,"

replied Mr. Tertius. "You're wondering----"

"I'm wondering if, since then, Barthorpe has found him," said Mr.

Halfpenny. "If he has--if there have been pa.s.sages between them--if----"

He paused half-way down the stairs, stood for a moment or two in deep thought and then laid his hand on his friend's arm.

"Tertius!" he said gravely. "That will must be presented for probate at once! I must lose no time. Come along--let me get back to my office and get to work. And do you go back to Portman Square and give the little woman your company."

Mr. Tertius went back to Portman Square there and then, and did what he could to make the gloomy house less gloomy. Instead of retreating to his own solitude he remained with Peggie, and tried to cheer her up by discussing various plans and matters of the future. And he was taking a quiet cup of tea with her at five o'clock when Kitteridge came in with a telegram for him. He opened it with trembling fingers and read:

_"Barthorpe entered caveat in Probate Registry at half-past three this afternoon.--Halfpenny."_

CHAPTER XVIII

THE ROSEWOOD BOX

Mr. Tertius dropped the telegram on the little table at which he and Peggie were sitting, and betrayed his feelings with a deep groan.

Peggie, who was just about to give him his second cup of tea, set down her teapot and jumped to his side.

"Oh, what is it!" she exclaimed. "Some bad news? Please--"

Mr. Tertius pulled himself together and tried to smile.

"You must forgive me, my dear," he said, with a feeble attempt to speak cheerily. "I--the truth is, I think I have lived in such a state of ease and--yes, luxury, for so many years that I am not capable of readily bearing these trials and troubles. I'm ashamed of myself--I must be braver--not so easily affected."

"But--the telegram?" said Peggie.

Mr. Tertius handed it to her with a dismal shake of his head.