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"Very good," said Pratt. "But you haven't heard that your mother came to see me at my rooms here in Barford--my lodgings--the very next night! On the same business, of course. But she did--I know how she came, too.

Secretly--heavily veiled--naturally, she didn't want anybody to know.

Are you beginning to see something in it, Miss Mallathorpe?"

"Go on with your--story," answered Nesta.

"I go on, then, to the day before your brother's death," continued Pratt. "Namely, a certain Friday. Now, if you please, I'll invite you to listen carefully to certain facts--which are indisputable, which I can prove, easily. On that Friday, the day before your brother's death, Mrs.



Mallathorpe was in the shrubbery at Normandale Grange which is near the north end of the old foot-bridge. She was approached by Hoskins, an old woodman, who has been on the estate a great many years--you know him well enough. Hoskins told Mrs. Mallathorpe that the foot-bridge between the north and south shrubberies, spanning the cut which was made there a long time since so that a nearer road could be made to the stables, was in an extremely dangerous condition--so dangerous, in fact, that in his opinion, it would collapse under even a moderate weight. I impress this fact upon you strongly."

"Well?" said Nesta.

"Hoskins," Pratt went on, "urged upon Mrs. Mallathorpe the necessity of having the bridge closed at once, or barricaded. He pointed out to her from where they stood certain places in the bridge, and in the railing on one side of it, which already sagged in such a fas.h.i.+on, that he, as a man of experience, knew that planks and railings were literally rotten with damp. Now what did Mrs. Mallathorpe do? She said nothing to Hoskins, except that she'd have the thing seen to. But she immediately went to the estate carpenter's shop, and there she procured two short lengths of chain, and two padlocks, and she herself went back to the foot-bridge and secured its wicket gates at both ends. I beg you will bear that in mind, too, Miss Mallathorpe."

"I am bearing everything in mind," said Nesta resolutely. "Don't be afraid that I shall forget one word that you say."

"I hear that sneer in your voice," answered Pratt, as he turned, unlocked a drawer, and drew out some papers. "But I think you will soon learn that the sneer at what I'm telling you is foolish. Mrs.

Mallathorpe had a set purpose in locking up those gates--as you will see presently. You will see it from what I am now going to tell you. Oblige me, if you please, by looking at that letter. Do you recognize your mother's handwriting?"

"Yes!" admitted Nesta, with a sudden feeling of apprehension. "That is her writing."

"Very good," said Pratt. "Then before I read it to you, I'll just tell you what this letter is. It formed, when it was written, an invitation from Mrs. Mallathorpe to me--an invitation to walk, innocently, into what she knew--knew, mind you!--to be a death-trap! She meant _me_ to fall through the bridge!"

CHAPTER XV

PRATT OFFERS A HAND

For a full moment of tense silence Nesta and Pratt looked at each other across the letter which he held in his outstretched hand--looked steadily and with a certain amount of stern inquiry. And it was Nesta's eyes which first gave way--beaten by the certainty in Pratt's. She looked aside; her cheeks flamed; she felt as if something were rising in her throat--to choke her.

"I can't believe that!" she muttered. "You're--mistaken! Oh--utterly mistaken!"

"No mistake!" said Pratt confidently. "I tell you your mother meant me--me!--to meet my death at that bridge. Here's the proof in this letter! I'll tell you, first, when I received it: then I'll read you what's in it, and if you doubt my reading of it, you shall read it yourself--but it won't go out of my hands! And first as to my getting it, for that's important. It reached me, by registered post, mind you, on the Sat.u.r.day morning on which your brother met his death. It was handed in at Normandale village post-office for registration late on the Friday afternoon. And--by whom do you think?"

"I--don't know!" replied Nesta faintly. This merciless piling up of details was beginning to frighten her--already she felt as if she herself were some criminal, forced to listen from the dock to the opening address of a prosecuting counsel. "How should I know?--how can I think?"

"It was handed in for registration by your mother's maid, Esther Mawson," said Pratt with a dark look. "I've got her evidence, anyway!

And that was all part of a plan--just as a certain something that was enclosed was a part of the same plan--a plot. And now I'll read you the letter--and you'll bear it in mind that I got it by first post that Sat.u.r.day morning. This is what it--what your mother--says:--

"I particularly wish to see you again, at once, about the matter between us and to have another look at _that doc.u.ment_. Can you come here, bringing it with you, tomorrow, Sat.u.r.day afternoon, by the train which leaves soon after two o'clock? As I am most anxious that your visit should be private and unknown to any one here, do not come to the house. Take the path across the park to the shrubberies near the house, so that if you are met people would think you were taking a near cut to the village. I will meet you in the shrubbery on the house side of the little foot-bridge. The gates--'"

Pratt suddenly paused, and before proceeding looked hard at his visitor.

"Now listen to what follows--and bear in mind what your mother knew, and had done, at the time she wrote this letter. This is how the letter goes on---let every word fix itself in your mind, Miss Mallathorpe!"

"'The gates of the foot-bridge are locked, but the enclosed keys will open them. I will meet you amongst the trees on the further side. Be sure to come and to bring _that doc.u.ment_--I have something to say about it on seeing it again.'"

Pratt turned to the drawer from which he had taken the letter and took out two small keys, evidently belonging to patent padlocks. He held them up before Nesta.

"There they are!" he said triumphantly. "Been in my possession ever since--and will remain there. Now--do you wish to read the letter? I've read it to you word for word. You don't? Very good--back it goes in there, with these keys. And now then," he continued, having replaced letter and keys in his drawer, and turned to her again, "now then, you see what a diabolical scheme it was that was in your mother's mind against me. She meant me to meet with the fate which overtook her own son! She meant me to fall through that bridge. Why? She hoped that I should break my neck--as he did! She wanted to silence me--but she also wanted more--she wanted to take from my dead body, or my unconscious body, the certain something which she was so anxious I should bring with me, which she referred to as _that doc.u.ment_. She was willing to risk anything--even to murder!--to get hold of that. And now you know why I went to Normandale Grange that Sat.u.r.day--you know, now, the real reason.

I told a deliberate lie at the inquest, for your mother's sake--for your sake, if you know it. I did not go there to hand in my application for the stewards.h.i.+p--I went in response to the letter I've just read. Is all this clear to you?"

Nesta could only move her head in silent acquiescence. She was already convinced, that whether all this was entirely true or not, there was truth of some degree in what Pratt had told her. And she was thinking of her mother--and of the trap which she certainly appeared to have laid--and of her brother's fate--and for the moment she felt sick and beaten. But Pratt went on in that cold, calculating voice, telling his story point by point.

"Now I come to what happened that Sat.u.r.day afternoon," he said. "I may as well tell you that in my own interest I have carefully collected certain evidence which never came out at the inquest--which, indeed, has nothing to do with the exact matter of the inquest. Now, that Sat.u.r.day, your mother and you had lunch together--your brother, as we shall see in a moment, being away--at your lunch time--a quarter to two. About twenty minutes past two your mother left the house. She went out into the gardens. She left the gardens for the shrubberies. And at twenty-five minutes to three, she was seen by one of your gardeners, Featherstone, in what was, of course, hiding, amongst the trees at the end of the north shrubbery. What was she doing there, Miss Mallathorpe? She was waiting!--waiting until a certain hoped-for accident happened--to me.

Then she would come out of her hiding-place in the hope of getting that doc.u.ment from my pocket! Do you see how cleverly she'd laid her plans--murderous plans?"

Nesta was making a great effort to be calm. She knew now that she was face to face with some awful mystery which could only be solved by patience and strenuous endeavour. She knew, too, that she must show no sign of fear before this man!

"Will you finish your story, if you please?" she asked.

"In my own way--in my own time," answered Pratt. "I now come to--your mother. On the Friday noon, the late Mr. Harper Mallathorpe went to Barford to visit a friend--young Stemthwaite, at the Hollies. He was to stay the night there, and was not expected home until Sat.u.r.day evening.

He did stay the night, and remained in Barford until noon on Sat.u.r.day; but he--unexpectedly--returned to the house at half past two. And almost as soon as he'd got in, he picked up a gun and strolled out--into the gardens and the north shrubbery. And, as you know, he went to the foot-bridge. You see, Miss Mallathorpe, your mother, clever as she was, had forgotten one detail--the gates of that footbridge were merely low, four-barred things, and there was nothing to prevent an active young man from climbing them. She forgot another thing, too--that warning had not been given at the house that the bridge was dangerous. And, of course, she'd never, never calculated that your brother would return sooner than he was expected, or that, on his return, he'd go where he did. And so--but I'll spare you any reference to what happened. Only--you know now how it was that Mrs. Mallathorpe was found by her son's body. She'd been waiting about--for me! But--the fate she'd meant for me was dealt out to--him!"

In spite of herself Nesta gave way to a slight cry.

"I can't bear any more of that!" she said. "Have you finished?"

"There's not much more to say--now at any rate," replied Pratt. "And what I have to say shall be to the point. I'm sorry enough to have been obliged to say all that I have said. But, you know, you forced me to it!

You threatened me. The real truth, Miss Mallathorpe, is just this--you don't understand me at all. You come here--excuse my plain speech--hectoring and bullying me with talk about the police, and blackmail, and I don't know what! It's I who ought to go to the police!

I could have your mother arrested, and put in the dock, on a charge of attempted murder, this very day! I've got all the proofs."

"I suppose you held that out as a threat to her when you forced her to sign that power of attorney?" observed Nesta.

For the first time since her arrival Pratt looked at his visitor in an unfriendly fas.h.i.+on. His expression changed and his face flushed a little.

"You think that, do you?" he said. "Well, you're wrong. I'm not a fool.

I held out no such threat. I didn't even tell your mother what I'd found out. I wasn't going to show her my hand all at once--though I've shown you a good deal of it."

"Not all?" she asked quickly.

"Not all," answered Pratt with a meaning glance. "To use more metaphors--I've several cards up my sleeve, Miss Mallathorpe. But you're utterly wrong about the threats. I'll tell you--I don't mind that--how I got the authority you're speaking about. Your mother had promised me that stewards.h.i.+p--for life. I'd have been a good steward. But we recognized that your brother's death had altered things--that you, being, as she said, a self-willed young woman--you see how plain I am--would insist on looking after your own affairs. So she gave me--another post. I'll discharge its duties honestly."

"Yes," said Nesta, "but you've already told me that you'd a hold on my mother before any of these recent events happened, and that you possess some doc.u.ment which she was anxious to get into her hands. So it comes to this--you've a double hold on her, according to your story."

"Just so," agreed Pratt. "You're right, I have--a double hold."

Nesta looked at him silently for a while: Pratt looked at her.

"Very well," she said at last. "How much do you want--to be bought out?"

Pratt laughed.

"I thought that would be the end of it!" he remarked. "Yes--I thought so!"

"Name your price!" said Nesta.

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