The Complete Works of Arthur Morrison (Illustrated). Arthur Morrison

Garth went out of the room with him as he left, and I should think they talked for a little before he went away, to judge by the time she was gone; but I don’t know.”

      “You are sure he went then?”

      “I saw him in the drive as I looked from the window.”

      “Miss Garth, you say, has kept all the keys since the beginning of Mr. Holford’s illness?”

      “Yes, until she gave them up to me yesterday. Indeed, the nurse, who is rather a peppery customer, and was jealous of Miss Garth’s presence in the sick room all along, made several difficulties about having to go to her for everything.”

      “And there is no doubt of the bureau having been kept locked all the time?”

      “None at all. I have asked Miss Garth that — and, indeed, a good many other things — without saying why I wanted the information.”

      “How are Mr. Mellis and Miss Garth affected toward one another — are they friendly?”

      “Oh, yes. Indeed, some while ago I rather fancied that Mellis was disposed to pay serious addresses in that quarter. He may have had a fancy that way, or he may have been attracted by the young lady’s expectations. At any rate, nothing definite seems to have come of it as yet. But I must say — between ourselves, of course — I have more than once noticed a decided air of agitation, shyness perhaps, in Miss Garth when Mr. Mellis has been present. But, at any rate, that scarcely matters. She is twenty-four years of age now, and can do as she likes. Although, if I had anything to say in the matter — well, never mind.”

      “You, I take it, have known Miss Garth along time?”

      “Bless you, yes. Danced her on my knee twenty years ago. I’ve been her ‘Uncle Leonard’ all her life.”

      “Well, I think we must at least let Miss Garth know of the loss of the will. Perhaps, when they have cleared away these plates, she will come here for a few minutes.”

      “I’ll go and ask her,” Mr. Crellan answered, and having rung the bell, proceeded to find Miss Garth.

      Presently he returned with the lady. She was a slight, very pale young woman; no doubt rather pretty in ordinary, but now not looking her best. She was evidently worn and nervous from anxiety and want of sleep, and her eyes were sadly inflamed. As the wind slammed a loose casement behind her she started nervously, and placed her hand to her head.

      “Sit down at once, my dear,” Mr. Crellan said; “sit down. This is Mr. Martin Hewitt, whom I have taken the liberty of inviting down here to help me in a very important matter. The fact is, my dear,” Mr. Crellan added gravely, “I can’t find your poor father’s will.”

      Miss Garth was not surprised. “I thought so,” she said mildly, “when you asked me about the bureau yesterday.”

      “Of course I need not say, my dear, what a serious thing it may be for you if that will cannot be found. So I hope you’ll try and tell Mr. Hewitt here anything he wants to know as well as you can, without forgetting a single thing. I’m pretty sure that he will find it for us if it is to be found.”

      “I understand, Miss Garth,” Hewitt asked, “that the keys of that bureau never left your possession during the whole time of Mr. Holford’s last illness, and that the bureau was kept locked?”

      “Yes, that is so.”

      “Did you ever have occasion to go to the bureau yourself?”

      “No, I have not touched it.”

      “Then you can answer for it, I presume, that the bureau was never unlocked by any one from the time Mr. Holford placed the keys in your hands till you gave them to Mr. Crellan?”

      “Yes, I am sure of that.”

      “Very good. Now is there any place on the whole premises that you can suggest where this will may possibly be hidden? ”

      “There is no place that Mr. Crellan doesn’t know of, I’m sure.”

      “It is an old house, I observe,” Hewitt pursued. “Do you know of any place of concealment in the structure — any secret doors, I mean, you know, or sliding panels, or hollow door frames, and so forth?”

      Miss Garth shook her head. “There is not a single place of the sort you speak of in the whole building, so far as I know,” she said, “and I have lived here almost all my life.”

      “You knew the purport of Mr. Holford’s will, I take it, and understand what its loss may mean to yourself?”

      “Perfectly.”

      “Now I must ask you to consider carefully. Take your mind back to two or three days before Mr. Holford’s illness began, and tell me if you can remember any single fact, occurrence, word, or hint from that day to this in any way bearing on the will, or anything connected with it?”

      Miss Garth shook her head thoughtfully. “I can’t remember the thing being mentioned by anybody, except perhaps by the nurse, who is rather a touchy sort of woman, and once or twice took it upon herself to hint that my recent anxiety was chiefly about my poor father’s money. And that once, when I had done some small thing for him, my father — I have always called him father, you know — said that he wouldn’t forget it, or that I should be rewarded, or something of that sort. Nothing else that I can remember in the remotest degree concerned the will.”

      “Mr. Mellis said nothing about it, then?”

      Miss Garth changed colour slightly, but answered, “No, I only saw him to the door.”

      “Thank you, Miss Garth, I won’t trouble you any further just now. But if you can remember anything more in the course of the next few hours it may turn out to be of great service.”

      Miss Garth bowed and withdrew. Mr. Crellan shut the door behind her and returned to Hewitt.’ “That doesn’t carry us much further,” he said. “The more certain it seems that the will cannot have been got at, the more difficult our position is from a legal point of view. What shall we do now?”

      “Is the nurse still about the place?”

      “Yes, I believe so.”

      “Then I’ll speak to her.”

      The nurse came in response to Mr. Crellan’s summons: a sharp-featured, pragmatical woman of forty-five. She took the seat offered her, and waited for Hewitt’s questions.

      “You were in attendance on Mr. Holford, I believe, Mrs. Turton, since the beginning of his last illness?”

      “Since October 24th.”

      “Were you present when Mr. Mellis came to see his uncle last Saturday?”

      “Yes.”

      “Can you tell me what took place?”

      “As to what the gentleman said to Mr. Holford,” the nurse replied, bridling slightly, “of course I don’t know anything, it not being my business and not intended for my ears. Mr. Crellan was there, and knows as much as I do, and so does Miss Garth. I only know that Mr. Mellis stayed for a few minutes and then went out of the room with Miss Garth.”

      “How long was Miss Garth gone?”

      “I don’t know, ten minutes or a quarter of an hour, perhaps.”

      “Now Mrs. Turton, I want you to tell me in confidence — it is very important — whether you, at any time, heard Mr. Holford during his illness say anything of his wishes as to how his property was to be left in case of his death?”

      The nurse started and looked keenly from Hewitt to Mr. Crellan and back again.

      “Is it the will you mean?” she asked sharply.

      “Yes. Did he mention it?”

      “You mean you can’t find the will, isn’t that it?”

      “Well,