Thats what brought me here, he said significantly. That! Of course, you recognize it.
Burchill glanced at the letter without turning a hair. If he was merely acting, thought Barthorpe, he was doing it splendidly, and instead of writing dramatic criticism he ought to put on the sock and buskins himself. But somehow he began to believe that Burchill was not acting. And he was presently sure of it when Burchill laughedcontemptuously.
Oh! said Burchill. Ah! So Mr. Jacob Herapath employs legal assistanceyour assistancein answering me? Foolishfoolish! Or, since that is, perhaps, too strong a wordindiscreet. Indiscreetand unnecessary. Say so, pray, to Mr. Jacob Herapath.
Barthorpe remained silent a moment; then he put the letter back in the case and gave Burchill a sharp steady look.
Good gracious, man! he said quietly. Are you pretending? Orhavent you heard? Saythatto Jacob Herapath? Jacob Herapath is dead!
Burchill certainly started at that. What was more he dropped his cigarette, and when he straightened himself from picking it up his face was flushed a little.
Upon my honour! he exclaimed. I didnt know. Dead! When? It must have been sudden.
Sudden! said Barthorpe. Sudden? He was murdered!
There was no doubt that this surprised Burchill. At any rate, he showed all the genuine signs of surprise. He stood staring at Barthorpe for a full minute of silence, and when he spoke his voice had lost something of its usual affectation.
Murdered? he said. Murdered! Are you sure of that? You are? Good heavens!no, Ive heard nothing. But Ive not been out since two oclock this morning, so how could I hear? Murdered he broke off sharply and stared at his visitor. And you came to mewhy?
I came to ask you if you remember witnessing my uncles will, replied Barthorpe promptly. Give me a plain answer. Do you remember?
CHAPTER IX
GREEK AGAINST GREEK
At this direct question, Burchill, who had been standing on the hearthrug since Barthorpe entered the room, turned away and took a seat in the corner of a lounge opposite his visitor. He gave Barthorpe a peculiarly searching look before he spoke, and as soon as he replied Barthorpe knew that here was a man who was not readily to be drawn.
Oh, said Burchill, so I am supposed to have witnessed a will made by Mr. Jacob Herapath, am I?
Barthorpe made a gesture of impatience.
Dont talk rot! he said testily. A man either knows that he witnessed a will or knows that he didnt witness a will.
Excuse me, returned Burchill, I dont agree with that proposition. I can imagine it quite possible that a man may think he has witnessed a will when he has done nothing of the sort. I can also imagine it just as possible that a man may have really witnessed a will when he thought he was signing some much less important document. Of course, youre a lawyer, and Im not. But I believe that what I have just said is much more in accordance with what we may call the truth of life than what youve said.
If a man sees another man sign a document and witnesses the signature together with a third man who had been present throughout, what would you say was being done? asked Barthorpe, sneeringly. Come, now?
I quite apprehend your meaning, replied Burchill. You put it very cleverly.
Then why dont you answer my question? demanded Barthorpe.
Burchill laughed softly.
Why not answer mine? he said. However, Ill ask it in another and more direct form. Have you seen my signature as witness to a will made by Jacob Herapath?
Yes, replied Barthorpe.
Are you sure it was my signature? asked Burchill.
Barthorpe lifted his eyes and looked searchingly at his questioner. But Burchills face told him nothing. What was more, he was beginning to feel that he was not going to get anything out of Burchill that Burchill did not want to tell. He remained silent, and again Burchill laughed.
You see, he said, I can suppose all sorts of things. I can suppose, for example, that theres such a thing as forging a signaturetwo signaturesthree signatures to a willor, indeed, to any other document. Dont you think that instead of asking me a direct question like this that youd better wait until this will comes before theis it the Probate Court?and then let some of the legal gentlemen ask me if thatthat!is my signature? Im only putting it to you, you know. But perhaps youd like to tell meall about it? He paused, looking carefully at Barthorpe, and as Barthorpe made no immediate answer, he went on speaking in a lower, softer tone. All about it, he repeated insinuatingly. Ah!