“‘Been dead more than five years. It can’t hurt me now to confess. I killed him and buried him under the blighted oak in the park.’
“I let go of Wright when I heard this. By that time all the rest of the household came flying in. Wright had accidentally swallowed some poison, and died that night. Before he died he told us how he managed to get at the old master and kill him. By means of a pass key he had had made for him, he was able to get into the inner room, and the rest was easy. He removed the silver, knowing that we would think he had stolen it. He had for months imitated the master’s writing, and effectually deceived everybody. The reputed ghost which had been seen in the park was himself. He got in and out through an old cellar, and when we thought he was ailing, because his food was not eaten, he was enjoying himself elsewhere. He had procured large sums of money through Mr Milsom’s solicitors, who certainly wondered, but did not hesitate to supply it. He meant to have made one more haul, ere leaving Hallow Hall for ever, when he made the fatal mistake which ended his life.
“Sure enough, we found the master’s body under the oak, and removed it, in a suitable coffin, to the family vault.
“Of course the will which Wright had written was useless. For this we were rather sorry, as it provided handsomely for us all. Still, we have no need to grumble, for the gentleman who succeeded to the estate as heir-at-law – there being no will – treated us all very well. In fact, we’re his servants to this day, and we’ve no notion of seeking fresh places. Thank you, ma’am; I knew you would like my tale.”
XII. The Mysterious Thief
“Now, Miss Bell,” said my uncle to me one day, “I have a nice little job for you. A certain Mr Flowers, of Kite-street, City, has had no fewer than five different thefts from his house within three months. The thief seems to go very cunningly about his work, for so far he has proved absolutely undetectable, although the police have had the matter in hand from the first.”
“And of what nature are the things that have been stolen?” I asked.
“Well, their variety would be amusing, were it not so perplexing,” said Mr Bell. “The first thing that was missed was a small scrip-box, containing a recently executed will, and some important trust deeds. Mr Flowers, I should mention, is a solicitor, who resides in rooms over the premises on which he carries on his business. Of course, he was in a great state about losing such responsible property. But not the slightest clue to the perpetrators of the theft could be discovered.
“‘If it had been my own property that had been stolen I would not have minded so much,’ said Mr Flowers. ‘But trust deeds! it is too dreadful.’
“Various theories were promulgated as to the nature and motives of the thief, the most feasible one being that someone, hearing that a relative had made a will, had conceived that it was inimical to his interests, and had resolved to steal it from the solicitor with whom he believed it to have been deposited. As, however, the abstracted will was that of an old lady who had no relations or friends who could have expected her money, even this theory suffered from objections.