The Herapath PropertyFletcher, J. S. (Joseph Smith)
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The Herapath Property
Fletcher, J. S. (Joseph Smith)
Detective and mystery stories
The short, stout, and rosy gentleman who, as soon as he had got well
within the room, began to unswathe his neck from a voluminous white silk
muffler, now completed his task and advancing upon Peggie solemnly
kissed her on both cheeks, held her away from him, looked at her, kissed
her again, and then patted her on the shoulder. This done, he shook
hands solemnly with Mr. Tertius, bowed to Selwood, took off his
spectacles and proceeded to polish them with a highly-coloured bandana
handkerchief which he produced from the tail of his overcoat. This
operation concluded, he restored the spectacles to his nose, sat down,
placed his hands, palm downwards, on his plump knees and solemnly
inspected everybody.
"My dear friends!" he said in a hushed, deep voice. "My dear, good
friends! This dreadful, awful, most afflicting news! I heard it but
three-quarters of an hour ago--at the office, to which I happened
by mere chance, to have come up for the day. I immediately ordered
out our brougham and drove here--to see if I could be of any use.
You will command me, my dear friends, in anything that I can do. Not
professionally, of course. No--in that respect you have Mr. Barthorpe
Herapath. But--otherwise."
Mr. Tertius looked at Peggie.
"I don't know whether we shan't be glad of Mr. Halfpenny's professional
services?" he said. "The truth is, Halfpenny, we were talking of seeing
you professionally when you came in. That's one truth--another is that a
will has been found--our poor friend's will, of course."
"God bless me!" exclaimed Mr. Halfpenny. "A will--our poor friend's
will--has been found! But surely, Barthorpe, as nephew, and solicitor--eh?"
Again Mr. Tertius looked at Peggie.
"I suppose we'd better tell Mr. Halfpenny everything," he remarked. "Of
course, Halfpenny, you'll understand that as soon as this dreadful
affair was discovered and the first arrangements had been made,
Barthorpe, as only male relative, began to search for a will. He
resented any interference from me and was very rude to me, but when he
came here and proposed to examine that safe, I told him at once that I
knew of a will and where it was, though I didn't know its terms. And I
immediately directed him to it, and we found it and read it a few
minutes ago with the result that Barthorpe at once quitted the
house--you must have passed him in the square."
"God bless us!" repeated Mr. Halfpenny. "I judge from that, then--but
you had better show me this document."
Mr. Tertius at once produced the will, and Mr. Halfpenny, rising from
his chair, marched across the room to one of the windows where he
solemnly half-chanted every word from start to finish. This performance
over, he carefully and punctiliously folded the document into its
original lines, replaced it in its envelope, and grasping this firmly in
his hand, resumed his seat and motioned everybody to attention.
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