Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Landowners -- Fiction
"You appear to have the case, quite cut and dried," remarked
Carrington, smiling.
"It is all theory, I admit," retorted Lawson, rather nettled. "But if
you can find a better explanation on what is known, sir, I should be
glad to hear it."
"Oh, I dare say that your theory is as good as any other, Inspector. I
suppose you will search for more evidence on those lines?"
"Search? In what direction am I to search?"
"Oh, don't ask me," replied the barrister lightly. "I am as much in
the dark as you are, Inspector. Still, it will be just as well to
order Kensit to keep his weather eye open on the chance of something
unexpected turning up."
"I have told Kensit to do so, Mr. Carrington, but I don't hope for any
result."
Everyone was of much the same opinion as the worthy official, and his
theory was finally accepted by all, even by those who had hinted at a
deeper reason for the commission of the crime. A stray tramp, moving
from one town to another under cover of night, had probably killed the
vicar, so as to escape arrest for burglary. And it might be that he
did not even mean to murder Leigh, but only intended to stun him, so
as to get away. The heart disease, as much as the blow, was the cause
of death, according to Tollart, and the presumed tramp could not have
been expected to know that the parson suffered in this way. At all
events, the explanation of Lawson seemed likely to prove the sole
explanation which would be forthcoming.
Carrington stayed for the night, but his consultations with Rupert led
to nothing. Then he took his departure, on the understanding that if
Hendle, as Leigh's executor, did find the will, or did not find it, he
would call down to Barship again to give his help.
"I don't say that I am rich enough to do so for nothing, Hendle,"
confessed the barrister frankly, "but I'm not greedy, and you can give
me what you consider fair."
"Oh, I don't mind," answered Rupert, rather contemptuously, for he
thought that Carrington might have behaved more as a friend and less
as a professional adviser. "You shall name your own price, if the will
proves illegal, and I am left in possession of the property.
Otherwise, you will have to get your fees from the new heir."
"Mallien. H'm! He is too avaricious a man to pay if he can help. I
want to work for you and not for him, Hendle. However, I understand
the position, and you can depend upon my doing my best to pull you
through."
"I shall expect that, if I am to retain your services professionally,"
said the Squire rather dryly, and then, mindful of the obligations of
hospitality, he drove Carrington to the station in his motor to catch
the midday express.
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