“How d’ye do, Mr. Hewitt, how d’ye do?” the old gentleman exclaimed as soon as they met, grasping Hewitt’s hand, and hurrying him toward the carriage. “I’m glad you’ve come, very glad. It isn’t raining, and you might have preferred something more open, but I brought the brougham because I want to talk privately. I’ve been vegetating to such an extent for the last few years down here that any little occurrence out of the ordinary excites me, and I’m sure I couldn’t have kept quiet till we had got indoors. It’s been bad enough, keeping the thing to myself, already.”
The door shut, and the brougham started. Mr. Crellan laid his hand on Hewitt’s knee, “I hope,” he said, “I haven’t dragged you away from any important business?”
“No,” Hewitt replied, “you have chosen a most excellent time. Indeed, I did think of making a small holiday to-day, but your telegram ”
“Yes, yes. Do you know, I was almost ashamed of having sent it after it had gone. Because, after all, the matter is, probably, really a very simple sort of affair that you can’t possibly help me in. A few years ago I should have thought nothing of it, nothing at all. But as I have told you, I’ve got into such a dull, vegetable state of mind since I retired and have nothing to do that a little thing upsets me, and I haven’t mental energy enough to make up my mind to go to dinner sometimes. But you’re an old friend, and I’m sure you’ll forgive my dragging you all down here on a matter that will, perhaps, seem ridiculously simple to you, a man in the thick of active business. If I hadn’t known you so well I wouldn’t have had the impudence to bother you. But never mind all that. I’ll tell you.
“Do you ever remember my speaking of an intimate friend, a Mr. Holford? No. Well, it’s a long time ago, and perhaps I never happened to mention him. He was a most excellent man — old fellow, like me, you know; two or three years older, as a matter of fact. We were chums many years ago; in fact, we lodged in the same house when I was an articled clerk and he was a student at Guy’s. He retired from the medical profession early, having come into a fortune, and came down here to live at the house we’re going to; as a matter of fact, Wedbury Hall.
“When I retired I came down and took up my quarters not far off, and we were a very excellent pair of old chums till last Monday — the day before yesterday — when my poor old friend died.. He was pretty well in years — seventy-three — and a man can’t live for ever. But I assure you it has upset me terribly, made a greater fool of me than ever, in fact, just when I ought to have my wits about me.
“The reason I particularly want my wits just now, and the reason I have requisitioned yours, is this: that I can’t find poor old Holford’s will. I drew it up for him years ago, and by it I was appointed his sole executor. I am perfectly convinced that he cannot have destroyed it, because he told me everything concerning his affairs. I have always been his only adviser, in fact, and I’m sure he would have consulted me as to any change in his testamentary intentions before he made it. Moreover, there are reasons why I know he could not have wished to die intestate.”
“Which are?” queried Hewitt as Mr. Crellan paused in his statement.
“Which are these: Holford was a widower, with no children of his own. His wife, who has been dead nearly fifteen years now, was a most excellent woman, a model wife, and would have been a model mother if she had been one at all. As it was she adopted a little girl, a poor little soul who was left an orphan at two years of age. The child’s father, an unsuccessful man of business of the name of Garth, maddened by a sudden and ruinous loss, committed suicide, and his wife died of the shock occasioned by the calamity.
“The child, as I have said, was taken by Mrs. Holford and made a daughter of, and my old friend’s daughter she has been ever since, practically speaking. The poor old fellow couldn’t possibly have been more attached to a daughter of his own, and on her part she couldn’t possibly have been a better daughter than she was. She stuck by him night and day during his last illness, until she became rather ill herself, although of course there was a regular nurse always in attendance.
“Now, in his will, Mr. Holford bequeathed rather more than half of his very large property to this Miss Garth; that is to say, as residuary legatee, her interest in the will came to about that. The rest was distributed in various ways. Holford had largely spent the leisure of his retirement in scientific pursuits. So there were a few legacies to learned societies; all his servants were remembered; he left me a certain number of his books; and there was a very fair sum of money for his nephew, Mr. Cranley Mellis, the only near relation of Mr. Holford’s still living. So that you see what the loss of this will may mean. Miss Garth, who was to have taken the greater part of her adoptive father’s property, will not have one shilling’s worth of claim on the estate and will be turned out into the world without a cent. One or two very old servants will be very awkwardly placed, too, with nothing to live on, and very little prospect of doing more work.”
“Everything will go to this nephew,” said Hewitt, “of course?”
“Of course. That is unless I attempt to prove a rough copy of the will which I may possibly have by me. But even if I have such a thing and find it, long and costly litigation would be called for, and the result would probably be all against us.”
“You say you feel sure Mr. Holford did not destroy the will himself?”
“I am quite sure he would never have done so without telling me of it; indeed, I am sure he would have consulted me first. Moreover, it can never have been his intention to leave Miss Garth utterly unprovided for; it would be the same thing as disinheriting his only daughter.”
“Did you see him frequently?”
“There’s scarcely been a day when I haven’t seen him since I have lived down here. During his illness — it lasted a month — I saw him every day.”
“And he said nothing of destroying his will?”
“Nothing at all. On the contrary, soon after his first seizure — indeed, on the first visit at which I found him in bed — he said, after telling me how he felt, ‘ Everything’s as I want it, you know, in case I go under.’ That seemed to me to mean his will was still as he desired it to be.”
“Well, yes, it would seem so. But counsel on the other side (supposing there were another side) might quite as plausibly argue that he meant to die intestate, and had destroyed his will so that everything should be as he wanted it, in that sense. But what do you want me to do — find the will?”
“Certainly, if you can. It seemed to me that you, with your clever head, might be able to form a better judgment than I as to what has happened and who is responsible for it. Because if the will has been taken away, some one has taken it.”
“It seems probable. Have you told any one of your difficulty?”
“Not a soul. I came over as soon as I could after Mr. Holford’s death, and Miss Garth gave me all the keys, because, as executor, the case being a peculiar one, I wished to see that all was in order, and, as you know, the estate is legally vested in the executor from the death of the testator, so that I was responsible for everything; although, of course, if there is no will I’m not executor. But I thought it best to keep the difficulty to myself till I saw you.”
“Quite right. Is this Wedbury Hall?”
The brougham had passed a lodge gate, and approached, by a wide drive, a fine old red brick mansion carrying the heavy stone dressings and copings distinctive of early eighteenth century domestic architecture.
“Yes,” said Mr. Crellan, “this is the place. We will go straight to the study, I think, and then I can explain details.”
The study told the tale of the late Mr. Holford’s habits and interests.