Carrington heaved a sigh of relief. "That makes things easier, anyhow. We can take our own time to work out the case. Have you found the will?"
"No. I haven't seen a sign of it. I intend to look again this afternoon, and you can assist me if you care to."
"Oh, yes. Four hands are better than two, and two searchers better than one, Hendle. And if the will isn't found?"
"Well, I suppose things will remain as they are."
"Don't you make any mistake, Hendle," replied the barrister shrewdly. "Mallien won't stop until he gets that will."
"I don't mind. In fact, I told him that he could help me look for it."
Carrington frowned. "I hope I won't be brought into contact with him. He's such a rude beast."
"Well, after our quarrel of yesterday. I don't think he'll put in an appearance," said Hendle consolingly. "Anyhow, whether he does or not matters little. Our business is to find the will, and thus knock Mallien's possible accusation on the head."
"As you please, what must be, must be. Miss Mallien is a charming girl, but if marriage with her meant a father-in-law like that boor I should cry off."
"Ah, you are not in love, you see," said Rupert calmly; "besides, when we are married, we will see very little of Mallien. I am bribing him with five hundred a year to make himself scarce. As he doesn't care a cent for his daughter, he will probably agree to clear out."