Domestic fiction; Ireland -- Fiction; Land tenure -- Fiction; Landlord and tenant -- Fiction; Landowners -- Fiction
“He did! Just at the last moment, when the breath wasn’t much more than
left in him, he signed a will, making away half the estate, just as you
say, to my sister. Blake could have broke the will, only he was so
d–––– pig-headed and stupid. It’s too late now, I suppose?”
“Why, I could hardly answer that, you know, as I never heard the
circumstances; but I was given to understand that Blake consulted
McMahon; and that McMahon wouldn’t take up the case, as there was
nothing he could put before the Chancellor. Mind I’m only repeating
what people said in Tuam, and about there. Of course, I couldn’t think
of advising till I knew the particulars. Was it on this subject, Mr
Lynch, you were good enough to send for me?”
“Not at all, Mr Daly. I look upon that as done and gone; bad luck to
Blake and McMahon, both. The truth is, between you and me, Daly—I don’t
mind telling you; as I hope now you will become my man of business, and
it’s only fair you should know all about it—the truth is, Blake was
more interested on the other side, and he was determined the case
shouldn’t go before the Chancellor. But, when my father signed that
will, it was just after one of those fits he had lately; that could be
proved, and he didn’t know what he was doing, from Adam! He didn’t know
what was in the will, nor, that he was signing a will at all; so help
me, he didn’t. However, that’s over. It wasn’t to talk about that that
I sent for you; only, sorrow seize the rogue that made the old man rob
me! It wasn’t Anty herself, poor creature; she knew nothing about it;
it was those who meant to get hold of my money, through her, that did
it. Poor Anty! Heaven knows she wasn’t up to such a dodge as that!”
“Well, Mr Lynch, of course I know nothing of the absolute facts; but
from what I hear, I think it’s as well to let the will alone. The
Chancellor won’t put a will aside in a hurry; it’s always a difficult
job—would cost an immense sum of money, which should, any way, come out
of the property; and, after all, the chances are ten to one you’d be
beat.”
“Perhaps you’re right, now; though I’m sure, had the matter been
properly taken up at first—had you seen the whole case at the first
start, the thing could have been done. I’m sure you would have said so;
but that’s over now; it’s another business I want you for. But you
don’t drink your punch!—and it’s dry work talking, without wetting
one’s whistle,” and Barry carried out his own recommendation.
“I’m doing very well, thank ye, Mr Lynch. And what is it I can do for
you?”
“That’s what I’m coming to. You know that, by the will, my sister Anty
gets from four to five hundred a year?”
“I didn’t know the amount; but I believe she has half whatever there
is.”
“Exactly: half the land, half the cash, half the house, half
everything, except the debts! and those were contracted in my name, and
I must pay them all. Isn’t that hard, Mr Daly?”
“I didn’t know your father had debts.”
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