‘Poor old cock! Look here, I believe I had better write, and say that I’m awfully touched and obliged, but that I can’t come into his views, or break my word, and then, you know, he can just make another will. It would be a swindle to let him die, and come into his property, and then go dead against his wishes.’
‘But it would be all right to give me away, I suppose, and let him understand that I had violated professional confidence?’
‘Only with a member of the firm. That is no violation.’
‘But then I should have told him that you were a member of the firm.’
‘I’m afraid you should.’
‘Logan, you have the ideas of a schoolboy. I had to be certain as to how you would take it, though, of course, I had a very good guess. And as to what you say about the chances of his dying and leaving everything where he would not have left it if he had been sure you would act against his wishes—I believe you are wrong. What he really cares about is “the name.” His ghost will put up with your disobedience if the name keeps its old place. Do you see?’
‘Perhaps you are right,’ said Logan.
‘Anyhow, there is no such pressing hurry. One may bring him round with time. A curious old survival! I did not understand all that he said. There was something about having been thrice at kirk and market since he made his will; and something about not having smelled appleringie for forty years. What is appleringie?’
Logan laughed.
‘It is a sacred Presbyterian herb. The people keep it in their Bibles and it perfumes the churches. But look here—’