Bathurst, Anthony (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction
“As a matter of fact,” said the lawyer, “my presence here to-day is
rather remarkable. When you cabled last Thursday to our New York
offices—I had already sailed for London. We have some very important
business to transact over here in connection with one of our most
esteemed clients, and Mr. Crake and I decided that I had better run
over myself. So I sailed on the _Mauretania_. I was, naturally, most
distressed and shocked to get a wireless message from my partner,
Crake, late last Friday, informing me of the sad news of Mr. Laurence
Stewart’s death—and asking me if I would call down here to see you
immediately upon my landing. My dear Mr. Stewart—I have lost no time!”
He beamed on the assembled company. “By the way, Inspector, has the
inquest been held yet?” He turned towards Goodall.
“Not yet—it is to be held this afternoon.”
“H’m—pardon any—er—possible—er—laceration of your feelings, Mr.
Stewart—I am sure—in the circumstances you will understand thoroughly
my motive in asking—but I presume that there is no possible doubt that
my unfortunate client was murdered?” He removed his glasses and wiped
them nervously.
Charles Stewart looked across at the Inspector. The latter took it as
his cue to reply to Andrew Ferguson’s question. “Unfortunately—no—Mr.
Ferguson—as far as I can see at the moment—there is not the vestige of
a doubt.” Ferguson replaced his glasses on his nose and blinked at
Goodall. “Have the police any——”
Goodall cut him short, breaking in abruptly. “As far as the inquest
this afternoon is concerned—the police will content themselves with
offering merely formal evidence of identification and then asking for
an adjournment.”
“Quite so—I see,” responded the lawyer. He paused for a moment. “Well,
what I was about to say was this. Mr. Crake in his message—sent me in
our own private professional code, of course—the major provisions of
your father’s will. Have I your permission to make them public here
and now, Mr. Stewart?”
Charles Stewart waved his hand in assent. “Certainly—I shall be rather
glad if you will. I had intended to ask you.”
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