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servant. âIâve always said, sir, that it was a great mistake to leave
loose money lying about,â he remarked mournfully. âIf thereâd only been
a practice of letting me lock anything of that sort up in the safe every
nightâand this chequebook, too, sirâthenâ-â
âI knowâI know!â said Eldrick. âVery reprehensible on my partâIâm
afraid I am carelessâno doubt of it. Butâ-â
He in his turn was interrupted by Pratt, who was turning over the
chequebook.
âSome cheque forms have been taken out of this,â he said. âThree! at the
end. Look there, sir!â
Eldrick uttered an exclamation of intense annoyance and disgust. He
looked at the despoiled chequebook, and flung it into the drawer.
âPratt!â he said, turning half appealingly, half confidentially to the
clerk. âDonât say a word of thisâabove all, donât mention it to Mr.
Pascoe. Itâs my fault and I must make the forty-three pounds good.
Pratt, Iâm afraid this is Parrawhiteâs work. Iâwell, I may as well tell
youâheâd been in trouble before he came here. I gave him another
chanceâIâd known him, years ago. I thought heâd go straight. ButâI
fear heâs been tempted. He may have seen me leave money about. Was he in
here last night?â
Pratt pointed to a document which lay on Eldrickâs desk.
âHe came in here to leave that for your perusal,â he answered. âHe was
in hereâaloneâa minute or two before he left.â
All these lies came readily and naturallyâand Eldrick swallowed each.
He shook his head.
âMy faultâall my fault!â he said. âLook hereâkeep it quiet. Butâdo
you know where Parrawhite has livedâlodged?â
âNo!â replied Pratt. âSome of the others may, though!â
âTry to find outâquickly,â continued Eldrick; âThen, make some excuse
to go outâtake papers somewhere, or somethingâand find if heâs left
his lodgings! IâI donât want to set the police on him. He was a decent
fellow, once. See what you can make out, Pratt. In strict secrecy, you
knowâI do not want this to go further.â
Pratt could have danced for joy when he presently went out into the
town. There would be no hue-and-cry after Parrawhiteânone! Eldrick
would accept the fact that Parrawhite had robbed him and flownâand
Parrawhite would never be heard ofânever mentioned again. It was the
height of good luck for him. Already he had got rid of any small scraps
of regret or remorse about the killing of his fellow-clerk. Why should
he be sorry? The scoundrel had tried to murder him, thinking no doubt
that he had the will on him. And he had not meant to kill himâwhat he
had done, he had done in self-defence. Noâeverything was working most
admirablyâParrawhiteâs previous bad record, Eldrickâs carelessness and
his desire to shut things up: it was all good. From that day forward,
Parrawhite would be as if he had never been. Pratt was not even afraid
of the body being discoveredâthough he believed that it would remain
where it was for everâfor the probability was that the authorities
would fill up that pit with earth and stones. But if it was brought to
light? Why, the explanation was simple.
Parrawhite, having robbed his employer, had been robbed himself,
possibly by men with whom he had been drinking, and had been murdered in
the bargain. No suspicion could attach to him, Prattâhe had nothing to
fearânothing!
For the form of the thing, he called at the place whereat Parrawhite had
lodgedâthey had seen nothing of him since the previous morning. They
were poor, cheap lodgings in a mean street. The woman of the house said
that Parrawhite had gone out as usual the morning before, and had never
been in again. In order to find out all he could, Pratt asked if he had
left much behind him in the way of belongings, andâjust as he had
expectedâhe learned that Parrawhiteâs personal property was remarkably
limited: he possessed only one suit of clothes and not over much
besides, said the landlady.
âIs there aught wrong?â she asked, when Pratt had finished his
questions. âAre you from where he worked?â
âThatâs it,â answered Pratt, âAnd he hasnât turned up this morning, and
we think heâs left the town. Owe you anything, missis?â
âNay, nothing much,â she replied. âTen shillings âud cover it, mister.â
Pratt gave her half a sovereign. It was not out of consideration for
her, nor as a concession to Parrawhiteâs memory: it was simply to stop
her from coming down to Eldrick & Pascoeâs.
âWell, I donât think youâll see him again,â he remarked. âAnd I dare say
you wonât care if you donât.â
He turned away then, but before he had gone far, the woman called him
back.
âWhat am I to do with his bits of things, mister, if he doesnât come
back?â she asked.
âAught you please,â answered Pratt, indifferently. âThrow âem on the
dust-heap.â
As he went back to the centre of the town, he occupied himself in
considering his attitude to Mrs. Mallathorpe when she called on him that
evening. In spite of his own previous notion, and of his
carefully-worked-out scheme about the stewardship, he had been impressed
by what Parrawhite has said as to the wisdom of selling the will for
cash. Pratt did not believe that there was anything in the Collingwood
suggestionâno doubt whatever, he had decided, that old Bartle had meant
to tell Mrs. Mallathorpe of his discovery when she called in answer to
his note, but as he had died before she could call, and as he had told
nobody but him, Pratt, what possible danger could there be from
Collingwood? And a stewardship for life appealed to him. He knew, from
observation of the world, what a fine thing it is to have a certainty.
Once he became steward and agent of the Normandale Grange estate, he
would stick there, until he had saved a tidy heap of money. Then he
would retireâwith a pension and a handsome presentâand enjoy himself.
To be provided for, for life!âwhat more could a wise man want? And
yetâthere was something in what that devil Parrawhite had urged.
For there was a riskâhowever smallâof discovery, and if discovery were
made, there would be a nice penalty to pay. It might, after all, be
better to sell the will outrightâfor as much ready money as ever he
could get, and to take his gains far away, and start out on a career
elsewhere. After all, there was much to be said for the old proverb. The
only question wasâwas the bird in hand worth the two; or the money,
which he believed he would net in the bush?
Prattâs doubts on this point were settled in a curious fashion. He had
reached the centre of the town in his return to Eldrickâs, and there, in
the fashionable shopping street, he ran up against an acquaintance. He
and the acquaintance stopped and chattedâabout nothing. And as they
lounged on the curb, a smart victoria drew up close by, and out of it,
alone, stepped a girl who immediately attracted Prattâs eyes. He watched
her across the pavement; he watched her into the shop. And his companion
laughed.
âThatâs the sort!â he remarked flippantly. âIf you and I had one each,
old manâwhat?â
âWho is she?â demanded Pratt.
The acquaintance stared at him in surprise.
âWhat!â he exclaimed. âYou donât know. Thatâs Miss Mallathorpe.â
âI didnât know,â said Pratt. âFact!â
He waited until Nesta Mallathorpe came out and drove awayâso that he
could get another and a closer look at her. And when she was gone, he
went slowly back to the office, his mind made up. Risk or no risk, he
would carry out his original notion. Whatever Mrs. Mallathorpe might
offer, he would stick to his idea of close and intimate connection with
Normandale Grange.
TERMS
Mrs. Mallathorpe, left to face the situation which Pratt had revealed to
her in such sudden and startling fashion, had been quick to realize its
seriousness. It had not taken much to convince her that the clerk knew
what he was talking about. She had no doubt whatever that he was right
when he said that the production of John Mallathorpeâs will would mean
dispossession to her children, and through them to herself. Nor had she
any doubt, either, of Prattâs intention to profit by his discovery. She
saw that he was a young man of determination, not at all scrupulous,
eager to seize on anything likely to turn to his own advantage. She was,
in short, at his mercy. And she had no one to turn to. Her son was weak,
purposeless, almost devoid of character; he cared for nothing beyond
ease and comfort, and left everything to her so long as he was allowed
to do what he liked. She dared not confide in himâhe was not fit to be
entrusted with such a secret, nor endowed with the courage to carry it
boldly and unflinchingly. Nor dare she confide it to her daughterâNesta
was as strong as her brother was weak: Mrs. Mallathorpe had only told
the plain truth when she said to Pratt that if her daughter knew of the
will she would go straight to the two trustees. Noâshe would have to do
everything herself. And she could do nothing save under Prattâs
dictation. So long as he had that will in his possession, he could make
her agree to whatever terms he liked to insist upon.
She spent a sleepless night, resolving all sorts of plans; she resolved
more plans and schemes during the day which followed. But they all ended
at the same pointâPratt. All the future depended uponâPratt. And by
the end of the day it had come to thisâshe must make a determined
effort to buy Pratt clean out, so that she could get the will into her
own possession and destroy it. She knew that she could easily find the
necessary moneyâHarper Mallathorpe had such a natural dislike of all
business matters and was so little fitted to attend to them that he was
only too well content to leave everything relating to the estate and the
mill at Barford to his mother. Up to that time Mrs. Mallathorpe had
managed the affairs of both, and she had large sums at her disposal, out
of which she could pay Pratt without even Harper being aware that she
was paying him anything. And surely no young man in Prattâs positionâa
mere clerk, earning a few pounds a weekâwould refuse a big sum of ready
money! It seemed incredible to herâand she went into Barford towards
evening hoping that by the time she returned the will would have been
burned to grey ashes.
Mrs. Mallathorpe used some ingenuity in making her visit to Pratt.
Giving out that she was going to see a friend in Barford, of whose
illness she had just heard, she drove into the town, and on arriving
near the Town Hall dismissed her carriage, with orders to the coachman
to put up his horses at a certain livery stable, and to meet her at the
same place at a specified time. Then she went away on foot, and drew a
thick veil over her face before hiring a cab in which she drove up to
the outskirt on which Pratt had his lodging. She was still veiled when
Prattâs landlady showed her into the clerkâs sitting-room.
âIs it safe here?â she asked at once. âIs there no fear of anybody
hearing what we may say?â
âNone!â answered Pratt reassuringly. âI know these folksâIâve lived
here several years. And nobody could hear however much they put their
ears to the keyhole.
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