Criminals -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; Great Britain. Metropolitan Police Office -- Fiction; Wills -- Fiction
“If I may put my case in a nutshell,” he went on, with all his old-time
suavity, “I may say that it is necessary for me to secure the money
that is stored in that ridiculous safe.” She checked an exclamation.
“Ah! you understand? Let me be more explicit. When I say get the
money, I mean get it for myself, every penny of it, and convert it to
my private use. You can have no idea,” he went on, “how comforting
it is to be able to stand up and say in so many words the unspoken
thoughts of a year, to tell some human being the most secret things
that I have so far hidden here,” he struck his chest. “I had thought
when old Reale’s commission was intrusted to me that I should find the
legatees ordinary plain, everyday fools, who would have unfolded to
me day by day the result of their investigations to my profit. I did
not reckon very greatly on you, for women are naturally secretive and
suspicious, but I did rely upon the two criminals. My experience of the
criminal classes, a fairly extensive one, led me to believe that with
these gentry I should have no difficulty.” He pursed his lips. “I had
calculated without my Jimmy,” he said shortly. He saw the light in the
girl’s eye. “Yes,” he went on, “Jimmy is no ordinary man, and Angel
is a glaring instance of bad nomenclature. I nearly had Jimmy once.
Did he tell you how he got the red envelope? I see he did not. Well,
I nearly had him. I went to look for his body next morning, and found
nothing. Later in the day I received a picture postcard from him, of a
particularly flippant and vulgar character.” He stopped as if inviting
comment.
“Your confessions have little interest for me,” said the girl quietly.
“I am now only anxious to be rid of your presence.”
“I am coming to that,” said the lawyer. “I was very rude to you a
little while ago, but I was busily engaged, and besides I desired to
give you an artistic introduction to the new condition. Now, so far
from being rude, I wish to be very kind.”
In spite of her outward calm, she trembled at the silky tone the lawyer
had now adopted.
“My position is this,” he said, “there is an enormous sum of
money, which rightly is yours. The law and the inclination of your
competitor--we will exclude Connor, who is not a factor--give you
the money. It is unfortunate that I also, who have no earthly right,
should desire this money, and we have narrowed down the ultimate issue
to this: Shall it be Spedding or Kathleen Kent? I say Spedding, and
circumstances support my claim, for I have you here, and, if you will
pardon the suspicion of melodrama, very much in my power. If I am to
take the two millions, _your_ two millions, without interruption, it
will depend entirely upon you.”
Again he stopped to notice the effect of his words. The girl made no
response, but he could see the terror in her eyes.
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