London (England) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Women -- Fiction
"Have patience, my Lord, he will be here in good time," interposed Mr.
Double. "Have you examined the attested copies, Mr. Perry?"
"I have, and to avoid waste of time, I am prepared to admit that they
appear to contain interesting family matters, highly interesting. Not
that they would be of much legal value if you brought the case before
the courts, but enough to cause some annoyance to my client. We have
shown that we consider it worth examining into the affair, by obtaining
the pardon of this"—he glanced at Robin—"this gentleman."
"And also by taking the precaution of having a warrant ready for my
arrest on another charge," said Robin, quietly but incisively.
Mr. Perry glanced at Lord Beachcombe, and their eyes met with the same
inquiry, "How can he know?"
"Had you kept faith with me," said Robin, bending his stern gaze upon
Beachcombe, "this matter could have been settled in a few minutes. As
it is, I have decided not to put the two most important documents in
your hands until I am in a place of safety."
"Traitor!" exclaimed Beachcombe, striking the table with his clenched
fist. "I knew he would devise some means to balk me!"
"If you talk of traitors, did you not purpose to get everything you
wanted from me, and then put my head back in the noose?" demanded Robin.
"Such a cat-and-mouse game is not so easy to play with a man who has
carried his life in his hand through every kind of danger—even to the
gallows’-foot—even through treachery, though that is less common among
gentlemen of the road than some other kinds of gentlemen. In exchange
for my life, I will give you, as I promised, the original letters that
passed between your father and his first wife, the original documents
proving the identity of both parties, and the _copies_ of the marriage
certificate and the death certificate that prove _your_ mother’s
marriage a fraud."
"Oh! this villain will drive me mad!" screamed Lord Beachcombe. "Let me
go, Perry; must I kill you to get at him?"
"Be calm, my Lord, I beg you," urged the lawyer, very red in the face
from his efforts to restrain his client; "this matter can be arranged
without violence, if you will leave it to me.
Mr.—a—Captain—a—Freebooter, pray address any remarks to me. You will
only impede the negotiation by provoking Lord Beachcombe."
"Here are the original letters and documents," said Mr. Double,
advancing to the table, "we will go over them together." The lawyers
went to work together, comparing, arguing and quibbling, as though the
whole matter had not been settled in advance.
Robin, meantime, strolled to the window, where he observed one of the
loitering men in conversation with a furtive man in black, with a pen
stuck in his rusty wig. He stealthily pointed Robin out when he
appeared at the window, and then darted back to the house like a rat
into its hole.
"These letters appear genuine," said Mr. Perry finally, "but they are
valueless to us without the two certificates."
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