"Get in, get in," interrupted Haskins testily, as the cab drew up 'longside, "we have much to say to one another."
Tod jumped into the cab, and shortly Gerald slipped in beside him, after giving his address. When the hansom was spinning along, Gerald turned on Tod sharply. "Why didn't you communicate with me about this will, when you knew how anxious I was?"
"I only learned the truth yesterday," said Tod quickly; "and wrote a letter asking you to call. You should have received it this morning."
"Well then I didn't."
"It's that infernal office-boy. I'll sack him. Probably he has never posted it. Well then, I searched for wills in the name of Durham, made about the time you mention. There are plenty of people of that name, and I had to read through a lot of documents. Finally I found that Captain Julian Durham was your man."
"How do you know?"
"Because the property of Captain Julian Durham is left to his daughter, Mavis."
Gerald uttered so loud an ejaculation that the cabman looked down through the trap, thinking that he was receiving an order. "No, no, cabby; it's all serene. Drive on to Frederick Street." When the trap was closed he addressed himself to Macandrew. "Then I was right?"
"Quite right," assented Tod admiringly, "though how the deuce you knew----"
"I didn't know. But I had an intuitive feeling."