"What the dickens do you mean by writing to me as you have done?" blustered the visitor when the door was closed.
"As you have come, I dare say you can guess," retorted Carrington, coolly. He had been bullied by Rupert, who was strong enough to thrash him, but he did not intend to be dominated by Mallien, who was weaker. Also, Hendle being honest and Mallien a rogue, the barrister felt less at a disadvantage. He was certain that his visitor was not one who would hesitate to accept terms, however shady, so long as his purpose was served.
"I can't guess," growled Mallien, sitting down aggressively, "and I demand an explanation. What do you want?"
"Five thousand pounds," said Carrington, thinking it was useless to beat about the bush with a brother knave.
"What for?"
"For certain information which will be of service to you."
"Oh, if you mean the will, Carrington, I'm not going to pay something for nothing," retorted Mallien, viciously. "I know that sooner or later the will is certain to be found, and when it is, Hendle is not the man to dispute possession of what is rightfully mine."
"The will has been found and is in Hendle's possession," said Carrington with a keen look.
Mallien stared and changed color. "And he never told me. Here!" He started to his feet. "Let me pass. I'm off to see Rupert, and get the will."
"Unfortunately, he won't give it to you."