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marvellous inefficiency. That, however, is not my business.â Here he
took a big pinch of snuff, and turning to to Miss Trelawny, went on:
âNow as to the patient. Leaving out the cause of his illness, all we can
say at present is that he appears to be suffering from a marked attack
of catalepsy. At present nothing can be done, except to sustain his
strength. The treatment of my friend Doctor Winchester is mainly such
as I approve of; and I am confident that should any slight change arise
he will be able to deal with it satisfactorily. It is an interesting
caseâmost interesting; and should any new or abnormal development arise
I shall be happy to come at any time. There is just one thing to which
I wish to call your attention; and I put it to you, Miss Trelawny,
directly, since it is your responsibility. Doctor Winchester informs me
that you are not yourself free in the matter, but are bound by an
instruction given by your Father in case just such a condition of things
should arise. I would strongly advise that the patient be removed to
another room; or, as an alternative, that those mummies and all such
things should be removed from his chamber. Why, itâs enough to put any
man into an abnormal condition, to have such an assemblage of horrors
round him, and to breathe the atmosphere which they exhale. You have
evidence already of how such mephitic odour may act. That nurseâ
Kennedy, I think you said, Doctorâisnât yet out of her state of
catalepsy; and you, Mr. Ross, have, I am told, experienced something of
the same effects. I know thisââhere his eyebrows came down more than
ever, and his mouth hardenedââif I were in charge here I should insist
on the patient having a different atmosphere; or I would throw up the
case. Doctor Winchester already knows that I can only be again
consulted on this condition being fulfilled. But I trust that you will
see your way, as a good daughter to my mind should, to looking to your
Fatherâs health and sanity rather than to any whim of hisâwhether
supported or not by a foregoing fear, or by any number of âpenny
dreadfulâ mysteries. The day has hardly come yet, I am glad to say,
when the British Museum and St. Thomasâs Hospital have exchanged their
normal functions. Good-day, Miss Trelawny. I earnestly hope that I may
soon see your Father restored. Remember, that should you fulfil the
elementary condition which I have laid down, I am at your service day or
night. Good-morning, Mr. Ross. I hope you will be able to report to me
soon, Doctor Winchester.â
When he had gone we stood silent, till the rumble of his carriage wheels
died away. The first to speak was Doctor Winchester:
âI think it well to say that to my mind, speaking purely as a physician,
he is quite right. I feel as if I could have assaulted him when he made
it a condition of not giving up the case; but all the same he is right
as to treatment. He does not understand that there is something odd
about this special case; and he will not realise knot that we are all
tied up in by Mr. Trelawnyâs instructions. Of courseââ He was
interrupted by Miss Trelawny:
âDoctor Winchester, do you, too, wish to give up the case; or are you
willing to continue it under the conditions you know?â
âGive it up! Less now than ever. Miss Trelawny, I shall never give it
up, so long as life is left to him or any of us!â She said nothing, but
held out her hand, which he took warmly.
âNow,â said she, âif Sir James Frere is a type of the cult of
Specialists, I want no more of them. To start with, he does not seem to
know any more than you do about my Fatherâs condition; and if he were a
hundredth part as much interested in it as you are, he would not stand
on such punctilio. Of course, I am only too anxious about my poor
Father; and if I can see a way to meet either of Sir James Frereâs
conditions, I shall do so. I shall ask Mr. Marvin to come here today,
and advise me as to the limit of Fatherâs wishes. If he thinks I am
free to act in any way on my own responsibility, I shall not hesitate to
do so.â Then Doctor Winchester took his leave.
Miss Trelawny sat down and wrote a letter to Mr. Marvin, telling him of
the state of affairs, and asking him to come and see her and to bring
with him any papers which might throw any light on the subject. She
sent the letter off with a carriage to bring back the solicitor; we
waited with what patience we could for his coming.
It is not a very long journey for oneself from Kensington Palace Gardens
to Lincolnâs Inn Fields; but it seemed endlessly long when waiting for
someone else to take it. All things, however, are amenable to Time; it
was less than an hour all told when Mr. Marvin was with us.
He recognised Miss Trelawnyâs impatience, and when he had learned
sufficient of her fatherâs illness, he said to her:
âWhenever you are ready I can go with you into particulars regarding
your Fatherâs wishes.â
âWhenever you like,â she said, with an evident ignorance of his meaning.
âWhy not now?â He looked at me, as to a fellow man of business, and
stammered out:
âWe are not alone.â
âI have brought Mr. Ross here on purpose,â she answered. âHe knows so
much at present, that I want him to know more.â The solicitor was a
little disconcerted, a thing which those knowing him only in courts
would hardly have believed. He answered, however, with some hesitation:
âBut, my dear young ladyâYour Fatherâs wishes!âConfidence between father
and childââ
Here she interrupted him; there was a tinge of red in her pale cheeks as
she did so:
âDo you really think that applies to the present circumstances, Mr.
Marvin? My Father never told me anything of his affairs; and I can now,
in this sad extremity, only learn his wishes through a gentleman who is
a stranger to me and of whom I never even heard till I got my Fatherâs
letter, written to be shown to me only in extremity. Mr. Ross is a new
friend; but he has all my confidence, and I should like him to be
present. Unless, of course,â she added, âsuch a thing is forbidden by
my Father. Oh! forgive me, Mr. Marvin, if I seem rude; but I have been
in such dreadful trouble and anxiety lately, that I have hardly command
of myself.â She covered her eyes with her hand for a few seconds; we
two men looked at each other and waited, trying to appear unmoved. She
went on more firmly; she had recovered herself:
âPlease! please do not think I am ungrateful to you for your kindness in
coming here and so quickly. I really am grateful; and I have every
confidence in your judgment. If you wish, or think it best, we can be
alone.â I stood up; but Mr. Marvin made a dissentient gesture. He was
evidently pleased with her attitude; there was geniality in his voice
and manner as he spoke:
âNot at all! Not at all! There is no restriction on your Fatherâs
part; and on my own I am quite willing. Indeed, all told, it may be
better. From what you have said of Mr. Trelawnyâs illness, and the
otherâincidentalâmatters, it will be well in case of any grave
eventuality, that it was understood from the first, that circumstances
were ruled by your Fatherâs own imperative instructions. For, please
understand me, his instructions are imperativeâmost imperative. They
are so unyielding that he has given me a Power of Attorney, under which
I have undertaken to act, authorising me to see his written wishes
carried out. Please believe me once for all, that he intended fully
everything mentioned in that letter to you! Whilst he is alive he is to
remain in his own room; and none of his property is to be removed from
it under any circumstances whatever. He has even given an inventory of
the articles which are not to be displaced.â
Miss Trelawny was silent. She looked somewhat distressed; so, thinking
that I understood the immediate cause, I asked:
âMay we see the list?â Miss Trelawnyâs face at once brightened; but it
fell again as the lawyer answered promptlyâhe was evidently prepared for
the question:
âNot unless I am compelled to take action on the Power of Attorney. I
have brought that instrument with me. You will recognise, Mr. Rossââhe
said this with a sort of business conviction which I had noticed in his
professional work, as he handed me the deedââhow strongly it is worded,
and how the grantor made his wishes apparent in such a way as to leave
no loophole. It is his own wording, except for certain legal
formalities; and I assure you I have seldom seen a more iron-clad
document. Even I myself have no power to make the slightest relaxation
of the instructions, without committing a distinct breach of faith. And
that, I need not tell you, is impossible.â He evidently added the last
words in order to prevent an appeal to his personal consideration. He
did not like the seeming harshness of his words, however, for he added:
âI do hope, Miss Trelawny, that you understand that I am willingâ
frankly and unequivocally willingâto do anything I can, within the
limits of my power, to relieve your distress. But your Father had, in
all his doings, some purpose of his own which he did not disclose to me.
So far as I can see, there is not a word of his instructions that he had
not thought over fully. Whatever idea he had in his mind was the idea
of a lifetime; he had studied it in every possible phase, and was
prepared to guard it at every point.
âNow I fear I have distressed you, and I am truly sorry for it; for I
see you have muchâtoo muchâto bear already. But I have no alternative.
If you want to consult me at any time about anything, I promise you I
will come without a momentâs delay, at any hour of the day or night.
There is my private address,â he scribbled in his pocket-book as he
spoke, âand under it the address of my club, where I am generally to be
found in the evening.â He tore out the paper and handed it to her. She
thanked him. He shook hands with her and with me and withdrew.
As soon as the hall door was shut on him, Mrs. Grant tapped at the door
and came in. There was such a look of distress in her face that Miss
Trelawny stood up, deadly white, and asked her:
âWhat is it, Mrs. Grant? What is it? Any new trouble?â
âI grieve to say, miss, that the servants, all but two, have given
notice and want to leave the house today. They have talked the matter
over among themselves; the butler has spoken for the rest. He says as
how they are willing to forego their wages, and even to pay their legal
obligations instead of notice; but that go today they must.â
âWhat reason do they give?â
âNone, miss. They say as how theyâre sorry, but that theyâve nothing to
say. I asked Jane, the upper housemaid, miss, who is not with the rest
but stops on; and
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