"Very kind of him," murmured Peggie, and laid the card aside on her writing-table. When Kitteridge had gone she picked it up and looked at it again. Burchill?--she had been thinking of him only a few minutes before the butler's entrance; thinking a good deal. And her thoughts had been disquieted and unhappy. Burchill was the last man in the world that she wished to have anything to do with, and the fact that his name appeared on Jacob Herapath's will had disturbed her more than she would have cared to admit. CHAPTER XI THE SHADOW Mr. Halfpenny, conducting Mr. Tertius to the coupe brougham, installed him in its further corner, got in himself and bade his coachman drive slowly to 331, Upper Seymour Street. "I said slowly," he remarked as they moved gently away, "because I wanted a word with you before we see this young man. Tertius--what's the meaning of all this?" Mr. Tertius groaned dolefully and shook his head. "There is so much, Halfpenny," he answered, "that I don't quite know what you specifically mean by this. Do you mean----" "I mean, first of all, Herapath's murder," said Mr. Halfpenny. "You think it is a case of murder?" "I'm sure it's a case of murder--cold, calculated murder," replied Mr. Tertius, with energy. "Vile murder, Halfpenny." "And, as far as you know, is there no clue?" asked the old lawyer. "There's nothing said or suggested in the newspapers. Haven't you any notion--hasn't Barthorpe any notion?" Mr. Tertius remained silent for a while. The coupe brougham turned into Upper Seymour Street. "I think," he said at last, "yes, I think that when we've made this call, I shall ask you to accompany me to my friend Cox-Raythwaite's, in Endsleigh Gardens--you know him, I believe. I've already seen him this morning and told him--something. When we get there, I'll tell it to you, and he shall show you--something. After that, we'll hear what your legal instinct suggests. It is my opinion, Halfpenny--I offer it with all deference, as a layman--that great, excessive caution is necessary. This case is extraordinary--very extraordinary. That is--in my opinion." "It's an extraordinary thing that Jacob Herapath should have made that will," murmured Mr. Halfpenny reflectively. "Why Barthorpe should be entirely ignored is--to me--marvellous. And--it may be--significant. You never heard of any difference, quarrel, anything of that sort, between him and his uncle?" "I have not the remotest notion as to what the relations were that existed between the uncle and the nephew," replied Mr. Tertius. "And though, as I have said, I knew that the will was in existence, I hadn't the remotest idea, the faintest notion, of its contents until we took it out of the sealed envelope an hour or so ago. But----" he paused and shook his head meaningly. "Well?" said Mr. Halfpenny.