Sherlock Holmes In Montague Street Volume 2 (4 page)

The drawers were put back, and Mr. Crellan suggested lunch. At Holmes's suggestion it was brought to the study.

“So far,” Holmes said, “we arrive at this: either Mr. Holford has destroyed his will, or he has most effectually concealed it, or somebody has stolen it. The first of these possibilities you don't favor.”

“I don't believe it is a possibility for a moment. I have told you why; and I knew Holford so well, you know. For the same reasons I am sure he never concealed it.”

“Very well, then. Somebody has stolen it. The question is, who?”

“That is so.”

“It seems to me that every one in this house had a direct and personal interest in preserving that will. The servants have all something left them, you say, and without the will that goes, of course. Miss Garth has the greatest possible interest in the will. The only person I have heard of as yet who would benefit by its loss or destruction would be the nephew, Mr. Mellis. There are no other relatives, you say, who would benefit by intestacy?”

“Not one.”

“Well, what do you think yourself, now? Have you any suspicions?”

Mr. Crellan shrugged his shoulders. “I've no more right to suspicions than you have, I suppose,” he said. “Of course, if there are to be suspicions they can only point one way. Mr. Mellis is the only person who can gain by the disappearance of this will.”

“Just so, Now, what do you know of him?”

“I don't know much of the young man,” Mr. Crellan said slowly. “I must say I never particularly took to him. He is rather a clever fellow, I believe. He was called to the bar some time ago, and afterwards studied medicine, I believe, with the idea of priming himself for a practice in medical jurisprudence. He took a good deal of interest in my old friend's researches, I am told - at any rate he
said
he did; he may have been thinking of his uncle's fortune. But they had a small tiff on some medical question. I don't know exactly what it was, but Mr. Holford objected to something - a method of research or something of that kind - as being dangerous and unprofessional. There was no actual rupture between them, you understand, but Mellis's visits slacked off, and there was a coolness.”

“Where is Mr. Mellis now?”

“In London, I believe.”

“Has he been in this house between the day you last saw the will in that drawer and yesterday, when you failed to find it?”

“Only once. He came to see his uncle two days before his death - last Saturday, in fact. He didn't stay long.”

“Did you see him?”

“Yes.”

“What did he do?”

“Merely came into the room for a few minutes - visitors weren't allowed to stay long - spoke a little to his uncle, and went back to town.”

“Did he do nothing else, or see anybody else?”

“Miss 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 a long 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. Sherlock Holmes, 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. Holmes 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,” Holmes 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,” Holmes 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 color 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 Holmes. “
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 Holmes's questions.

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

“Since October 24
th
.”

“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 Holmes 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, suppose it is, what then?”

“Suppose won't do,” the nurse answered shortly; “I
do
know something about the will, and I believe you can't find it.”

“I'm sure, Mrs. Turton, that if you know anything about the will you will tell Mr. Crellan in the interests of right and justice.”

“And who's to protect me against the spite of those I shall offend if I tell you?”

Mr. Crellan interposed.

“Whatever you tell us, Mrs. Turton,” he said, “will be held in the strictest confidence, and the source of our information shall not be divulged. For that I give you my word of honor. And, I need scarcely add, I will see that you come to no harm by anything you may say.”

“Then the will
is
lost. I may understand that?”

Holmes's features were impassive and impenetrable. But in Mr. Crellan's disturbed face the nurse saw a plain answer in the affirmative.

“Yes,” she said, “I see that's the trouble. Well, I know who took it.”

“Then who was it?”

“
Miss Garth!
”

“Miss Garth! Nonsense!” cried Mr. Crellan, starting upright. “Nonsense!”

“It may be nonsense,” the nurse replied slowly, with a monotonous emphasis on each word. “It may be nonsense, but it's a fact. I saw her take it.”

Mr. Crellan simply gasped. Holmes drew his chair a little nearer.

“If you saw her take it,” he said gently, closely watching the woman's face the while, “then, of course, there's no doubt.”

“I tell you I saw her take it,” the nurse repeated. “What was in it, and what her game was in taking it, I don't know. But it was in that bureau, wasn't it?”

“Yes - probably.”

“In the right hand top drawer?”

“Yes.”

“A white paper in a blue envelope?”

“Yes.”

“Then I saw her take it, as I said before. She unlocked that drawer before my eyes, took it out, and locked the drawer again.”

Mr. Crellan turned blankly to Holmes, but Holmes kept his eyes on the nurse's face.

“When did this occur?” he asked, “and how?”

“It was on Saturday night, rather late. Everybody was in bed but Miss Garth and myself, and she had been down to the dining-room for something. Mr. Holford was asleep, so as I wanted to re-fill the water-bottle, I took it up and went. As I was passing the door of this room that we are in now, I heard a noise, and looked in at the door, which was open. There was a candle on the table which had been left there earlier in the evening. Miss Garth was opening the top right hand drawer of
that
bureau” - Mrs. Turton stabbed her finger spitefully toward the piece of furniture, as though she owed it a personal grudge - “and I saw her take out a blue foolscap envelope, and as the flap was open, I could see the enclosed paper was white. She shut the drawer, locked it, and came out of the room with the envelope in her hand.”

“And what did you do?”

“I hurried on, and she came away without seeing me, and went in the opposite direction - toward the small staircase.”

“Perhaps,” Mr. Crellan ventured at a blurt, “perhaps she was walking in her sleep?”

“That she wasn't!” the nurse replied, “for she came back to Mr. Holford's room almost as soon as I returned there, and asked some questions about the medicine - which was nothing new, for I must say she was very fond of interfering in things that were part of my business.”

“That is quite certain, I suppose,” Holmes remarked, “that she could not have been asleep?”

“Quite certain. She talked for about a quarter of an hour, and wanted to kiss Mr. Holford, which might have wakened him, before she went to bed. In fact, I may say we had a disagreement.”