Miss Cayley's Adventures - Chapter 12 | Final Chapter

Miss Cayley’s Adventures (1899) by Grant Allen is a charming, unconventional tale of a young Victorian English woman's independence, wit and quiet rebellion.

When 21-year-old Lois Cayley finds herself requiring income, she sets off across Europe - navigating unfamiliar places and a series of surprising encounters, with intelligence, courage and charm. What begins as a practical necessity soon becomes something more: a journey of self-reliance and discovery.

At a time when women were expected to remain firmly within the bounds of home and propriety, Lois’s freedom to travel, think and act for herself was considered strikingly radical.

Light, fast-moving and quietly subversive, Miss Cayley’s Adventures offers both entertainment and a glimpse of a changing world - one in which a woman might begin to claim a life of her own...

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Hello there. Thank you so much for joining me for this continued reading of Miss Cayley's Adventures, The charming old English novel from 1899 from author Grant Allen. Believe it or not, We have reached the end of the line with Miss Cayley's Adventures. This is the final chapter. If you've already heard the preceding chapters, You'll know we have been on quite some adventures. With Miss Cayley around the entire world and more recently involved in some pretty interesting court dynamics and even getting married. So let's see how her story is now going to conclude. If you haven't yet heard the preceding parts of this book and you'd like to, You can certainly look for the playlist for Miss Cayley's Adventures. And you'll find all the parts there in order. But for now, Let's just take a moment here to have a nice, Deep exhale. Letting go of the day. Letting go of whichever baggage you might be bringing along with us into this moment. For right now, There's nowhere else we have to go. Nothing else we have to be doing. So we can just relax, Get ourselves comfortable and enjoy the final installment of Miss Cayley's Adventures. Chapter 12. The Adventure of the Unprofessional Detective. Is Lady Georgina at home? The discreet manservant in sober black clothes eyed me suspiciously. No miss, He answered. That is to say, No ma'am. Her ladyship is still at Mr. Marmaduke Ashhurst's. The late Mr. Marmaduke Ashhurst, I mean. In Park Lane North. You know the number, Ma'am? Yes, I know it, I replied with a gasp. For this was indeed a triumph. My one fear had been lest Lord Southminster should already have taken possession. Why, You will see hereafter. And it relieved me to learn that Lady Georgina was still at hand to guard my husband's interests. She had been living at the house practically since her brother's death. I drove round with all speed and flung myself into the dear old lady's arms. Kiss me, I cried, Flushed. I am your niece. But she knew it already, For our movements had been fully reported by this time with picturesque additions in the morning papers. Imagination, Ill-developed in the English race, Seems to concentrate itself in the lower order of journalists. She kissed me on both cheeks with unwanted tenderness. Lois, She cried with tears in her eyes, You're a brick. It was not exactly poetical at such a moment, But from her it meant more than much gushing phraseology. And you're here, In possession, I murmured. The cantankerous old lady nodded. She was in her element, I must admit. She dearly loved a row. Above all, A family row. But to be in the thick of a family row and to feel herself in the right with the law against her, That was joy such as Lady Georgina had seldom before experienced. Yes, Dear, She burst out volubly. I'm in possession, Thank heaven. And what's more, They won't oust me without a legal process. I've been here off and on, You know, Ever since poor dear Marmee died. Looking after things for Harold. And I shall look after them still till Bertie Southminster succeeds in ejecting me. Which won't be easy. I've held the fort by main force, I can tell you. Held it like a Trojan. Bertie's in a precious great hurry to move in, I can see. But I won't allow him. He's been down here this morning, Factuously blustering and trying to carry the post by storm, With a couple of policemen. Policemen, I cried, To turn you out. Yes, My dear, Policemen. But, The Lord be praised, I was too much for him. There are legal formalities to fulfil yet. And I won't budge an inch, Lois. Not one inch, My dear, Till he's fulfilled every one of them. Mark my words, Child. That boy's up to some devilry. He is, I answered. Yes. He wouldn't be in such a rampaging hurry to get in, Being as lazy as he's empty-headed. Takes after Gwendolyn in that. And if he hadn't some excellent reason for wishing to take possession and depend upon it, The reason is that he wants to get hold of something or other that's Harold's. But he shan't, If I can help it. And thank my stars, I'm a dour woman to reckon with. If he comes, He comes over my old bones, Child. I've been overhauling everything of Marmie's, I can tell you, To checkmate the boy, If I can. But I've found nothing yet. And till I've satisfied myself on that point, I'll hold the fort still. If I have to barricade that pasty-faced scoundrel of a nephew of mine out by piling the furniture against the front door, I will, As sure as my name's Georgina Forley. I know you will, Dear, I assented, Kissing her. And so I shall venture to leave you while I go out to institute another little inquiry. What inquiry? I shook my head. It's only a surmise, I said, Hesitating. I'll tell you about it later. I've had time to think while I've been coming back in the train, And I've thought of many things. Mount guard till I return. And mind you don't let Lord Southminster have access to anything. I'll shoot him first, Dear. And I believe she meant it. I drove on in the same cab to Harold's solicitor. There I laid my fresh doubts at once before him. He rubbed his bony hands. You've hit it, He cried, Charmed. My dear madam, You've hit it. I never did like that will. I never did like the signatures, The witnesses, The look of it. But what could I do? Mr. Tillington propounded it. Of course, It wasn't my business to go dead against my own client. Then you doubted Harold's honour, Mr. Hayes, I cried, Flushing. Never, He answered, Never. I felt sure there must be some mistake somewhere, But not any trickery on your husband's part. Now you supply the right clue. We must look into this immediately. He hurried round with me at once in the same cab to the court. The incriminated will had been impounded, As they call it, But under certain restrictions and subject to the closest surveillance, I was allowed to examine it with my husband's solicitor before the eyes of the authorities. I looked at it long with the naked eye and also with a small pocket lens. The paper, As I had noted before, Was the same kind of false cap as that which I had been in the habit of using at my office in Florence. And the typewriting, Was it mine? The longer I looked at it, The more I doubted it. After a careful examination, I turned round to our solicitor. Mr. Hayes, I said, Firmly having arrived at my conclusion, This is not the document I typewrote at Florence. How do you know? He asked. A different machine? Some small peculiarity in the shape of the letters? No. The rogue who typed this will was too cunning for that. He didn't allow himself to be foiled by such a scholar's mate. It is written with a spread eagle, The same sort of machine precisely as my own. I know the type perfectly. But I hesitated. But what? Well, It is difficult to explain. There is character in typewriting, Just as there is in handwriting. Only, Of course, Not quite so much of it. Every operator is liable to his own peculiar tricks and blunders. If I had some of my own typewritten manuscript here to show you, I could soon make that evident. I can easily believe it. Individuality runs through all we do, However seemingly mechanical. But are the points of a sort that you could make clear in court to the satisfaction of a jury? I think so. Look here, For example. Certain letters get habitually mixed up in typewriting. C and V stand next one another on the keyboard of the machine. The person who typed this draft sometimes strikes a C instead of a V, Or vice versa. I never do that. The letters I tend to confuse are S and W, Or else E and R, Which also come very near one another in the arbitrary arrangement. Besides, When I typewrote the original of this will, I made no errors at all. I took such very great pains about it. And this person did make errors, Yes. Struck the wrong letter first and then corrected it often by striking another rather hard on top of it. See, This was a V to begin with, And he turned it into a C. Besides, The hand that wrote this will is heavier than mine. It comes down thump, Thump, Thump, While mine glides lightly. And the hyphens are used with a space between them. And the character of the punctuation is not exactly as I make it. Still, Mr. Hayes objected, We have nothing but your word. I'm afraid in such a case we could never induce a jury to accept your unsupported evidence. I don't want them to accept it, I answered. I am looking this up for my own satisfaction. I want to know first who wrote this will. And of one thing I am quite clear, It is not the document I drew up for Mr. Ashurst. Just look at that X. The X alone is conclusive. My typewriter had the upper right-hand stroke of the small X badly formed or broken, While this one is perfect. I remember it well because I used always to improve all my lowercase Xs with a pen when I re-read and corrected. I see their dodge clearly now. It is a most diabolical conspiracy. Instead of forging a will in Lord Southminster's favour, They have substituted a forgery for the real will and then managed to make my poor Harold prove it. In that case, No doubt they have destroyed the real one, The original Mr. Hayes put in. I don't think so, I answered after a moment's deliberation. From what I know of Mr. Ashurst, I don't believe it is likely he would have left his will about, Carelessly, Anywhere. He was a secretive man, Fond of mysteries and mystifications. He would be sure to conceal it. Besides, Lady Georgina and Harold have been taking care of everything in the house ever since he died. But, Mr. Hayes objected, The forger of this document, Supposing it to be forged, Must have had access to the original, Since you say the terms of the two are identical, Only the signatures are forgeries. And if he saw and copied it, Why might he not also have destroyed it? A light flashed across me all at once. The forger did see the original, I cried, But not the fair copy. I have it all now. I detect their trick. It comes back to me, Vividly. When I had finished typing the copy at Florence from my first rough draft, Which I had taken down on the machine before Mr. Ashurst's eyes, I remember now that I threw the original into the waste paper basket. It must have been there that evening, When Higginson called and asked for the will to take it back to Mr. Ashurst. He called for it, No doubt, Hoping to open the packet before he delivered it and make a copy of the document for this very purpose, But I refused to let him have it. Before he saw me, However, He had been left by himself for ten minutes in the office, For I remember coming out to him and finding him there, Alone, And during that ten minutes, Being what he is, You may be sure he fished out the rough draft and appropriated it. That is more than likely, My solicitor nodded. You are tracking him to his lair. We shall have him in our power. I grew more and more excited as the whole cunning plot unraveled itself mentally, Step by step, Before me. He must then have gone to Lord Southminster, I went on, And told him of the legacy he expected from Mr. Ashurst. It was £500, A mere trifle to Higginson, Who plays for thousands, So he must have offered to arrange matters for Lord Southminster if Southminster would consent to make good that sum and a great deal more to him. That odious little cad told me himself on the gymna, They were engaged in pulling off a big coup between them. He thought then I would marry him and that he would so secure my connivance in his plans. But who would marry such a piece of moist clay? Besides, I could never have taken anyone but Harold. Then another clue came home to me. Mr. Hayes, I cried, Jumping at it. Higginson, Who forged this will, Never saw the real document itself at all. He saw only the draft. For Mr. Ashurst altered one word, Viva voce, In the original at the last moment, And I made a pencil note of it on my cuff at the time. And see, It isn't here, Though I inserted it in the final clean copy of the will, The word especially. It grows upon me more and more each minute that the real instrument is hidden somewhere in Mr. Ashurst's house. Harold's house, Our house. And because it is there, Lord Southminster is so indecently anxious to oust his aunt and take instant possession. In that case, Mr. Hayes remarked, We had better go back to Lady Georgina without one minute's delay. And while she still holds the house, Institute a thorough search for it. No sooner said than done. We jumped again into our cab and started. As we drove back, Mr. Hayes asked me where I thought we were most likely to find it. In a secret drawer in Mr. Ashurst's desk, I answered by a flash of instinct without a second's hesitation. How do you know there's a secret drawer? I don't know it. I infer it from my general knowledge of Mr. Ashurst's character. He loved secret drawers, Ciphers, Cryptograms, Mystery mongering. But it was in that desk that your husband found the forged document, The lawyer objected. Once more, I had a flash of inspiration or intuition because Mr. Ashurst's white Mr. Ashurst valet had it in readiness in his possession. I answered and hid it there in the most obvious and unconcealed place he could find. As soon as the breath was out of his master's body. I remember now, Lord Southminster gave himself away to some extent in that matter. The hateful little creature isn't really clever enough for all his cunning and with Higginson to back him to mix himself up in such tricks as forgery. He told me at Arden he had had a telegram from Marmys valet to report progress. And he received another the night Mr. Ashurst died at Mützefernegger. Depend upon it, White was more or less in this plot. Higginson left him the forged will when they started for India. And as soon as Mr. Ashurst died, White hid it where Harold was bound to find it. If so, Mr. Hayes answered, That's well, We have something to go upon. The more of them the better. There is safety in numbers for the honest folk. I never knew three rogues hold long together, Especially when threatened with a criminal prosecution. Their confederacy breaks down before the chance of punishment. Each tries to screen himself by betraying the others. Higginson was the soul of this plot, I went on. Of that you may be sure. He's a wily old fox. But we'll run him to earth yet. The more I think of it, The more I feel sure. From what I know of Mr. Ashurst's character, He would never have put that will in so exposed a place as the one where Harold says he found it. We drew up at the door of the disputed house just in time for the siege. Mr. Hayes and I walked in. We found Lady Georgina face to face with Lord Southminster. The opposing forces were still at the stage of preliminaries of warfare. Look here, The pea-green young man was observing in his drooling voice as we entered. It's no use your talking, Dear Georgie. This house is mine and I won't have you meddling with it. This house is not yours, You odious little scamp, His aunt retorted, Raising her shrill voice some notes higher than usual. And while I can hold a stick, You shall not come inside it. Very well then. You drive me to hostilities, Don't you know? I'm sorry to show disrespect to your grey hairs, If any, But I shall be obliged to call in the police to eject you. Call them in if you like, I answered, Interposing between them. Go out and get them. Mr. Hayes, While he's gone, Send for a carpenter to break open the back of Mr. Ashurst's escritoire. A carpenter, He cried, Turning several degrees whiter than his pasty want. What for? A carpenter? I spoke distinctly. Because we have reason to believe Mr. Ashurst's real will is concealed in this house in a secret drawer. And because the keys were in the possession of White, Whom we believe to be your accomplice in this shallow conspiracy, He gasped and looked alarmed. No you don't, He cried, Stepping briskly forward. You don't, I tell you. Break open Marmie's desk. Why, Hang it all. It's my property. We shall see about that, After we've broken it open, I answered grimly. Here, This screwdriver will do. The back's not strong. Now, Your help, Mr. Hayes? One, Two, Three, We can prise it apart between us. Lord Southminster rushed up and tried to prevent us, But Lady Georgina, Seizing both wrists, Held him tight, As in a vice. With her dear, Skinny old hands, He writhed and struggled, All in vain. He could not escape her. I've often spanked you, Bertie, She cried, And if you attempt to interfere, I'll spank you again. That's the long and the short of it. He broke from her and rushed out to call the police, I believe, And prevent our desecration of poor Marmie's property. Inside the first shell were several locked drawers, And two or three open ones, Out of one of which Harold had fished the false will. Instinct taught me somehow that the central drawer on the left-hand side was the compartment behind which lay the secret receptacle. I prized it apart and peered about inside it. Presently I saw a slip panel, Which I touched with one finger. The pigeonhole flew open and disclosed a narrow slit. I clutched at something. The will! Oh, Victory! The will! I raised it aloft with a wild shout. Not a doubt of it. The real, The genuine document. We turned it over and read it. It was my own fair copy, Written at Florence, And bearing all the small marks of authenticity about it, Which I had pointed out to Mr Hayes as wanting to the forged and impounded document. Fortunately, Lady Georgina and four of the servants had stood by throughout this scene and had watched our demeanour, As well as Lord Southminster's. We turned next to the signatures. The principal one was clearly Mr Ashurst's. I knew it at once. His legible, Fat hand. Marmaduke Courtney Ashurst. And then the witnesses? They fairly took our breath away. Why, Higginson's sister isn't one of them at all! Mr Hayes cried, Astonished. A flush of remorse came over me. I saw it all now. I had misjudged that poor woman. She had the misfortune to be a rogue's sister. But, As Harold had said, Was herself a most respectable and blameless person. Higginson must have forged her name to the document. That was all. And she had naturally sworn that she never signed it. He knew her honesty. It was a master stroke of rascality. The other one isn't here either, I exclaimed, Growing more puzzled. The waiter at the hotel? It's another forgery. Higginson must have waited till the man was safely dead and then used him similarly. It was all very clever. Now, Who are these people who really witnessed it? The first one, Mr Hayes said, Examining the handwriting, Is Sir Roger Bland, The Dorsetshire Baronet. He's dead, Poor fellow. But he was at Florence at the time, And I can answer for his signature, He was a client of mine and died at Mentone. The second is Captain Richards of the Mounted Police. He's living still, But he's away in South Africa. Then they risked his turning up if they knew who the real witnesses were at all, Which is doubtful. You see, As you say, They may have seen the rough draft only. Higginson would know, I answered. He was with Mr Ashurst at Florence at the time, And he would take good care to keep a watch upon his movements. In my belief, It was he who suggested this whole plot to Lord Southminster. Of course it was, Lady Georgina put in. That's absolutely certain. Bertie's a rogue as well as a fool, But he's too great a fool to invent a clever roguery, And too great a knave not to join in it foolishly when anybody else takes the pains to invent it. And it was a clever roguery, Mr Hayes interposed. An ordinary rascal would have forged a later will in Lord Southminster's favour and run the risk of detection. Higginson had the acuteness to forge a will exactly like the real one and to let your husband bear the burden of the forgery. It was as sagacious as it was ruthless. The next point, I said, Will be for us to prove it. At that moment the bell rang, And one of the house servants, All puzzled by this conflict of interests, Came in with a telegram which he handed me on a salver. I broke it open without glancing at the envelope. Its contents baffled me. My address is Hotel Bristol, Paris. Name as usual. Send me a thousand pounds on account at once. I can't afford to wait. No shilly-shallying. The message was unsigned for a moment. I couldn't imagine who sent it or what it was driving at. Then I took up the envelope. Viscount Southminster, 24 Park Lane North, London. My heart gave a jump. I saw in a second that Chance, Or Providence, Had delivered the conspirators into my hands that day. The telegram was from Higginson. I had opened it by accident. It was obvious what had happened. Lord Southminster must have written to him on the result of the trial and told him he meant to take possession of his uncle's house immediately. Higginson had acted on that hint and addressed his telegram where he thought it likely Lord Southminster would receive it earliest. I had opened it in error, And that too was fortunate for even in dealing with such a pack of scoundrels, It would never have occurred to me to violate somebody else's correspondence had I not thought it was addressed to me. But, Having arrived at the truth thus, Unintentionally, I had of course no scruples about making full use of my information. I showed the dispatch at once to Lady Georgina and Mr Hayes. They recognised its importance. What next? I enquired. Time presses. At half past three, Harold comes up for examination at Bow Street. Mr Hayes was ready with an apt expedient. Ring the bell for Mr Ashurst's valet, He said quietly. The moment has now arrived when we can begin to set these conspirators by the ears. As soon as they learn that we know all, They will be eager to inform upon one another. I rang the bell. Send up White, I said. We wish to speak to him. The valet stole up, Self-accused, A timid, Servile creature, Rubbing his hands nervously and suspecting mischief. He was a rat in trouble. He had thin brown hair, Neatly brushed and plastered down, So as to make it look still thinner, And his face was the average, Narrow, Cunning face of the dishonest man-servant. It had an ounce of wile in it, To a pound or two of servility. He seemed just the sort of rogue meanly to join in an underhand conspiracy, And then meanly to back out of it. You could read at a glance that his principle in life was to save his own bacon. He advanced, Fumbling his hands all the time, And smiling and fawning. You wished to see me, Sir? He murmured in a deprecatory voice, Looking sideways at Lady Georgina and me, But addressing the lawyer. Yes, White, I wished to see you. I have a question to ask you. Who put the forged will in Mr Ashurst's desk? Was it you, Or some other person? The question terrified him. He changed colour, And gasped, But he rubbed his hands harder than ever, And effected a sickly smile. Oh, Sir, How should I know, Sir? I had nothing to do with it. I suppose it was Mr Tillington? Our lawyer pounced upon him like a hawk on a titmouse. Don't pre-varicate with me, Sir, He said sternly. If you do, It may be worse for you. This case has assumed quite another aspect. It is you and your associates who will be placed in the dock, Not Mr Tillington. You had better speak the truth. It is your one chance. I warn you, Lie to me, And instead of calling you as a witness for our case, I shall include you in the indictment. White looked down uneasily at his shoes, And cowered. Oh, Sir, I don't understand you. Yes, You do. You understand me, And you know I mean it. Wriggling is useless. We intend to prosecute. We have unravelled this vile plot. We know the whole truth. Higginson and Lord Southminster forged a will between them. Oh, Sir, Not Lord Southminster, His lordship, I'm sure. Mr Hayes's keen eye had noted the subtle shade of distinction and admission, But he said nothing openly. Well, Then, Higginson forged and Lord Southminster accepted a false will, Which purported to be Mr Marmaduke Ashurst's. Now, Follow me clearly. That will could not have been put into the escritoire during Mr Ashurst's life, For there would have been risk of his discovering it. It must therefore have been put there afterward. The moment he was dead, You or somebody else with your consent and connivance slipped it into the escritoire. And you afterwards showed Mr Tillington the place where you had set it or seen it set, Leading him to believe it was Mr Ashurst's will. And so involved him in all this trouble. Note that that was a felonious act. We accuse you of felony. Do you mean to confess and give evidence on our behalf or will you force me to send for a policeman to arrest you? The cur hesitated still. Oh, Sir, Drawing back and fumbling his hands on his breast. You don't mean it? Mr Hayes was prompt. Heselgrave, Go for a policeman. That curt sentence brought the rogue on his marrow bones at once. He clasped his hands and debated inwardly. If I tell you all I know, He said at last, Looking about him with an air of abject terror as if he thought Lord Southminster or Higginson would hear him. Will you promise not to prosecute me? His tone became insinuating. For a hundred pounds, I could find the real will for you. You'd better close with me. Today's the last chance. As soon as his lordship comes in, He'll hunt it up and destroy it. I flourished it before him and pointed with one hand to the broken desk, Which he had not yet observed in his craven agitation. We do not need your aid, I answered. We have found the will ourselves. Thanks to Lady Georgina, It is safe till this minute. And to me, He put in, Cringing and trying after his kind to curry favour with the winners at the last moment. It's all my doing, My lady. I wouldn't destroy it. His lordship offered me a hundred pounds more to break open the back of the desk at night while your ladyship was asleep and burn the thing quietly. But I told him he might do his own dirty work if he wanted it done. It wasn't good enough while your ladyship was here in possession. Besides, I wanted the right will preserved, For I thought things might turn up so. And I wouldn't stand by and see a gentleman like Mr Tillington, As has always behaved well to me, Deprived of his inheritance. Which is why you conspired with Lord Southminster to rob him of it and to send him to prison for Higginson's crime? I interposed calmly. Then you confess you put the forged will there, Mr Hayes said, Getting to business. White looked about him helplessly. He missed his headpiece, The instigator of the plot. Well, It was like this, My lady, He began. Turning to Lady Georgina and wriggling to gain time. You see, His lordship and Mr Higginson, He twirled his thumbs and tried to invent something plausible. Lady Georgina swooped. No rigmarole, She said sharply. Do you confess you put it there or do you not, Reptile? Her vehemence startled him. Yes, I confess I put it there, He said at last, Blinking. As soon as the breath was out of Mr Ashurst's body, I put it there. He began to whimper. I'm a poor man with a wife and family, Sir, He went on, Though in Mr Ashurst's time I always kept that quiet. And his lordship offered to pay me well for the job and when you're paid well for a job yourself, Sir. Mr Hayes waved him off with one imperious hand. Sit down in the corner there, Man, And don't move or utter another word, He said sternly, Until I order you. You will be in time still for me to produce at Bow Street. Just at that moment, Lord Southminster swaggered back, Accompanied by a couple of unwilling policemen. Oh, I say, He cried, Bursting in and staring around him jubilant. Look here, Georgie, Are you going quietly or must I ask these coppers to evict you? He was wreathed in smiles now and had evidently been fortifying himself with brandies and soda. Lady Georgina rose in her wrath. Yes, I'll go if you wish it, Bertie, She answered with calm irony. I'll leave the house as soon as you like, For the present, Till we come back again with Harold and his policemen to evict you. This house is Harold's. Your game is played, Boy, She spoke slowly. We have found the other will. We have discovered Higginson's present address in Paris. And we know from White how he and you arranged this little conspiracy. She wrapped out each clause in this last accusing sentence with deliberate effect, Like so many pistol shots. Each bullet hit home. The pea green young man, Drawing back and staring, Stroked his shadowy moustache with feeble fingers in undisguised astonishment. Then he dropped into a chair and fixed his gaze blankly on Lady Georgina. Well, This is a fair knockout, He ejaculated, Fatuously disconcerted. I wish Higginson was here. I really don't quite know what to do without him. That fella had squared it all up so neatly, Don't you know? But I thought there couldn't be any sort of hitch in the proceedings. You reckoned without Lois, Lady Georgina said calmly. Ah, Miss Cayley, That's true. I mean, Mrs Tillington. Yes, Yes, I know. She's a doozy clever person for a woman now, Isn't she? It was impossible to take this flabby creature seriously, Even as a criminal. Lady Georgina's lips relaxed. Doozied clever, She admitted, Looking at me almost tenderly. But not quite so clever, Don't you know, As Higginson. There, You make your blooming little error, Mr Hayes burst in, Adopting one of Lord Southminster's favourite witticisms, The sort of witticism that improves like poetry by frequent repetition. Policeman, You may go into the next room and wait. This is a family affair. We have no immediate need of you. Oh, Certainly, Lord Southminster echoed much relieved. Very proper sentiment. Most undesirable that the constables should mix themselves up in a family matter like this. Not the place for inferiors. Then why introduce them? Lady Georgina burst out, Turning on him. He smiled his fatuous smile. That's just what I say, He answered. Why the juice? Introduce them. But don't snap my head off. The policeman withdrew respectfully, Glad to be relieved of this unpleasant business, Where they could gain no credit and might possibly involve themselves in a charge of assault. Lord Southminster rose with a benevolent grin and looked about him pleasantly. The brandies and soda had endowed him with irrepressible cheerfulness. Well, Lady Georgina murmured. Well, I think I'll leave now, Georgie. You've trumped my ace, You know. What a nasty trick of white to go and round on a fella. I don't like the turn this business is taking. Seems to me the only way I have left to get out of it is to turn Queen's evidence. Lady Georgina planted herself firmly against the door. Bertie, She cried. No, You don't. Not till we've got what we want out of you. He gazed at her blandly. His face broke once more into an imbecile smile. You were always a ruffian, Georgie. Your hand did sting. Well, What do you want now? We've each played our cards and you needn't cut up rusty over it, Especially when you're winning. Hang it all. Well, I wish I had Higginson here to tackle you. If you go to see the treasury people or the solicitor general or the public prosecutor or whoever else it may be, Lady Georgina said stoutly, Mr. Hayes must go with you. We've trumped your ace, As you say, And we mean to take advantage of it. And then you must trundle yourself down to Bow Street afterwards, Confess the whole truth and set Harold at liberty. Oh, I say now, Georgie, The whole truth? The whole blooming truth? That's really what I call humiliating a fella. If you don't, We arrest you this minute. Fourteen years imprisonment. Fourteen years? He wiped his forehead. Oh, I say, How doozyed uncomfortable. I was never much good at doing anything by the sweat of my brow. I ought to have lived in the Garden of Eden. Georgie, You're hard on a chap when he's down on his luck. It would be confounded cruel to send me to 14 years of Portland. You would have sent my husband to it. I broke in angrily confronting him. What? You too, Miss Cayley? I mean, Mrs. Tillington? Don't look at me like that. Tigers aren't in it. His jauntiness disarmed us. However wicked he might be, One felt it would be ridiculous to imprison this schoolboy. A sound flogging and a month's deprivation of wine and cigarettes was the obvious punishment designed for him by nature. You must go down to the police court and confess this whole conspiracy. Lady Georgina went on after a pause, As sternly as she was able. I prefer, If we can, To save the family. Even you, Bertie. But I can't any longer save the family honour. I can only save Harold's. You must help me to do that. And then you must give me your solemn promise in writing to leave England forever and go to live in South Africa. He stroked the invisible moustache more nervously than before. That penalty came home to him. What? Leave England? Forever? Newmarket? Ascot? The club? The music halls? Or 14 years imprisonment? Georgie, You spank as hard as ever. Decide. At. Once. Or we arrest you. He glanced about him feebly. I could see he was longing for his lost confederate. Well. I'll go, He said at last, Sobering down. And your solicitor can trot round with me. I'll do all that you wish, Though I call it most unfriendly. Hang it all. Fourteen years would be so beastly unpleasant. We drove forthwith to the proper authorities, Who, On hearing the facts, At once arranged to accept Lord Southminster and White as Queen's evidence, Neither being the actual forger. We also telegraphed to Paris to have Higginson arrested. Lord Southminster giving us up his assumed name with the utmost cheerfulness and without one moment's compunction. Mr Hayes was quite right. Each conspirator was only too ready to save himself by betraying his fellows. Then we drove on to Bow Street, Lord Southminster consoling himself with a cigarette on the way, Just in time for Harold's case, Which was to be taken by special arrangement at 3. 30. A very few minutes sufficed to turn the tables completely on the conspirators. Harold was discharged and a warrant was issued for the arrest of Higginson, The actual forger. He had drawn up the false will and signed it with Mr Ashurst's name, After which he had presented it for Lord Southminster's approval. The pea-green young man told his tale with engaging frankness. Bertie's a simple Simon, Lady Georgina commented to me, But he's also a rogue. And Higginson saw his way to make excellent capital of him in both capacities. First, Use him as a cat's paw and then blackmail him. On the steps of the police court, As we emerged triumphant, Lord Southminster met us, Still radiant as ever. He seemed wholly unaware of the depths of his iniquity. A fresh dose of brandy had restored his composure. Look here, He said, Harold, Your wife has bested me. Jolly good thing for you that you managed to get hold of such a clever woman. If you hadn't, Dear boy, You'd have found yourself in queer street. But I say, Lois, I call you Lois because you're my cousin now, You know, You were backing the wrong man. After all, As I told you, For if you'd backed me, All this wouldn't have come out. You'd have got the tin and been a countess as well. After the governor's dead and gone, Don't you see? You'd have landed the double event. So you'd have pulled off a better thing for yourself in the end, As I said. If you'd laid your bottom dollar on me for winner. Higginson is now doing 14 years at Portland. Harold and I are happy in the sweetest place in Gloucestershire. And Lord Southminster, Blissfully unaware of the contempt with which the rest of the world regards him, Is shooting big game among his boys in South Africa. Indeed, He bears so little malice that he sent us a present of a trophy of horns for our hall last winter. The End

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Bravo— she’s a wise one… can’t help but think that sleaze will go forth in the world and mess with other people, but that’s another s story 🤪 Thank you!

I was so intrigued after listening to Chapter 11 that I had to go right on to Chapter 12!! She certainly turned out to be a tried and true “adventurist”. And after everything she gets the happy ending!! She deserved it❤️❤️❤️ I can’t wait to see what new journey you’ll take your readers on! I love these long stories that I’ve never heard before! Thanks again Angela!!!❤️

Hi Angela. I put 5 stars as I’m sure it will be. But I have not listened yet as it appears chapter 11 hasn’t been

downloaded yet. So hopefully it will appear soon. 😟😟🥺