The Red Window. Hume Fergus

uncle. Of course I am engaged to Miss Randolph."

      "You can call her 'Lucy' to a near relative like myself," said the baronet, dryly. "Do you know Miss Malleson, Durham?"

      "No. I have not that pleasure."

      "But no doubt Bernard has told you about her."

      Durham shook his head. "I have not seen Gore for months."

      "Are you sure? He inherits a little money from his father; and you – "

      "Yes! I quite understand. I have charge of that money. Gore came a few months ago, and I gave him fifty pounds or so. That was after he quarrelled with you, Sir Simon. Since then I have not seen him."

      "Then he does not know that I am in Crimea Square."

      "Not that I know of. Certainly not from me. Is he in town?"

      It was Beryl who answered this. "Bernard has enlisted as an Imperial Yeoman," said he.

      "Then I think the more of him," said Durham quickly. "Every man who can, should go to the Front."

      "Why don't you go yourself, Durham?"

      "If I had not my business to look after I certainly should," replied the lawyer. "But regarding Mr. Gore. Will you make any provision for him, Sir Simon?"

      "I can't say. He deserves nothing. I leave it to Julius."

      "Should the money come into my possession soon," said Julius, virtuously, "a thing I do not wish, since it means your death, dear uncle, I should certainly allow Bernard two hundred a year."

      "Out of ten thousand," put in Durham. "How good of you!"

      "He deserves no more for his disobedience to his benefactor."

      Sir Simon chuckled yet again. "I am quite of Julius's opinion," he declared. "Bernard has behaved shamefully. I wanted him to marry a Miss Perry, who is rich."

      "Why can't you let him marry the woman he loves?" said Durham, with some heat. "They can live on ten thousand a year and be happy. What is the use of getting more money than is needed? Besides, from what I hear, this Miss Malleson is a charming girl."

      "With no name and no position," said Sir Simon, "a mere paid companion. I don't want my grandson to make such a bad match. If he does, he must take the consequences. And he will – "

      "Certainly he will," said Beryl, anxious about the signing of the will. "He has been hard-hearted for months, and shows no signs of giving in. Since I am to inherit the money I will allow Bernard two hundred a year, or such sum as Sir Simon thinks fit."

      "Two hundred is quite enough," said the baronet. "Mr. Durham, we will see now about signing this will."

      "Can I not persuade you to – "

      "No! You can't persuade me to do anything but what I have done. I am sure Julius here will make a better use of the money than Bernard will. Won't you, Julius?"

      "I hope so," replied Beryl, rising; "but I trust it will be many a long day before I inherit the money, dear uncle."

      "Make your mind easy," said Sir Simon, dryly. "I intend to live for many a year yet."

      "I think I had better go now," observed Julius, rising.

      "Won't you stop and see the will signed?"

      "No, uncle. I think it is better, as I inherit, that I should be out of the room. Who knows but what Bernard might say, did I remain, that I exercised undue influence?"

      "Not while I am present," said Durham, touching a bell.

      "All the same I had better go," insisted the young man. "Uncle?"

      "Please yourself," replied Gore. "You can go if you like. I shall see you on Friday when you come for Lucy."

      "To take her to the Curtain Theatre. Yes! But I trust I will see you before then, uncle." And here, as a clerk entered the room and was apparently, with Durham, about to witness the will, Julius departed. He chuckled to himself when he was outside, thinking of his good luck. But at the door his face altered. "He might change his mind," thought Beryl. "There's no reliance to be placed on him. I wish – " he opened and shut his fist; "but he won't die for a long time."

      While Julius was indulging in these thoughts, Sir Simon had taken up the will to glance over it. He also requested Durham to send the clerk away for a few moments. Rather surprised, the lawyer did so, thinking the old man changeable. When alone with his legal adviser the baronet walked to the fire and thrust the will into it. Durham could not forbear an ejaculation of surprise, "What's that for?"

      "To punish Julius," said Sir Simon, placidly returning to his seat, as though he had done nothing out of the way. "He is a mean sneak. He told me about Bernard being in love with that girl so as to create trouble."

      "But you don't approve of the match?"

      "No, I certainly do not, and I daresay that when I insisted on Bernard marrying Miss Perry that the truth would have come out. All the same it was none of Beryl's business to make mischief. Besides, he is a sly creature, and if I made the will in his favor, who knows but what he might not contrive to get me out of the way?"

      "No," said Durham, thoughtfully, but well pleased for Bernard's sake that the will had been destroyed. "I don't think he has courage to do that. Besides, people don't murder nowadays."

      "Don't they?" said Sir Simon; "look in the newspapers."

      "I mean that what you think Julius might do is worthy of a novel. I don't fancy novels are true to life."

      "Anything Julius did would be just like a novel. I tell you, Durham, he is a villain of the worst; I don't trust him. I have led him on to think that the will has been made in his favor; and when he learns the truth he will be punished for his greed."

      "But, Sir Simon," argued the lawyer, "by letting him think the will is made in his favor, you have placed him in the very position which, according to you, might lead to his attempt to murder."

      "I'll take care of myself," said the old man, somewhat inconsistently, for certainly he was acting differently to what he said. "By the way, you have the other will?"

      "Yes! It leaves everything to Bernard save the legacies, which remain much the same. Of course, in the first will is mentioned an annuity to Mrs. Gilroy."

      "Hum, yes. I left her out of the new will. The fact is, I don't trust Mrs. Gilroy. She's too friendly with Julius for my taste."

      "I understood her to be on the side of Bernard."

      "Oh, she's on whatever side suits her," said Sir Simon, testily. "However, let the first will stand. She's a poor thing and has had a hard life. I have every right to leave her something to live on."

      "Why?" asked Durham, bluntly. He found Mrs. Gilroy something of a mystery, and did not know what was the bond between her and Sir Simon.

      "Never you mind. I have my reasons, so let things remain as they are. Bernard can marry Miss Malleson when I am dead if he chooses."

      "He thinks he has been disinherited?"

      "Yes! I told him so. The truth will come as a pleasant surprise."

      "Won't you take him back into favor and tell him?" urged Durham.

      "No! not at present. If we met, there would only be more trouble. He has a temper inherited from his Italian mother, and I have a temper also. He behaved very rudely to me, and it's just as well he should suffer a little. But I don't want him to go to the war. He must be bought out."

      "I fear Bernard is not the man to be bought out."

      "Oh, I know he is brave enough, and I suppose being bought out at the eleventh hour when war is on is not heroic. All the same, I don't want him to be shot."

      "You must leave things to chance," said Durham decidedly. "There is only one way in which you can make him give up his soldiering."

      "What's that?"

      "Make friends with him, and ask him to wait till you die."

      "No, no, no!" said Sir Simon, irritably. "He must keep away from me for a time. After all, he is the son of