en you were here this afternoon."

"There's nothing more known," replied Barthorpe. "That is--as far as I'm
aware."

Burchill took a sip at his glass and regarded Barthorpe thoughtfully
over its rim.

"In strict confidence," he said, "have you got any idea whatever on the
subject?"

"None!" answered Barthorpe. "None whatever! I've no more idea of who it
was that killed my uncle than I have of the name of the horse that'll
win the Derby of year after next! That's a fact. There isn't a clue."

"The police are at work, of course," suggested Burchill.

"Of course!" replied Barthorpe, with an unconcealed sneer. "And a lot of
good they are. Whoever knew the police to find out anything, except by a
lucky accident?"

"Just so," agreed Burchill. "But then--accidents, lucky or otherwise,
will happen. You can't think of anybody whose interest it was to get
your esteemed relative out of the way?"

"Nobody!" said Barthorpe. "There may have been somebody. We want to know
who the man was who came out of the House with him last night--so far we
don't know. It'll all take a lot of finding out. In the meantime----"

"In the meantime, you're much more concerned and interested in the will,
eh?" said Burchill.

"I'm much more concerned--being a believer in present necessities--in
hearing what you've got to say to me now that you've brought me here,"
answered Barthorpe, coolly. "What is it?"

"Oh, I've a lot to say," replied Burchill. "Quite a lot. But you'll have
to let me say it in my own fashion. And to start with, I want to ask you
a few questions. About your family history, for instance."

"I know next to nothing about my family history," said Barthorpe; "but
if my knowledge is helpful to what we--or I--want to talk about, fire
ahead!"

"Good!" responded Burchill. "Now, just tell me what you know about Mr.
Jacob Herapath, about his brother, your father, and about his sister,
who was, of course, Miss Wynne's mother. Briefly--concisely."

"Not so much," answered Barthorpe. "My grandfather was a medical
man--pretty well known, I fancy--at Granchester, in Yorkshire; I, of
course, never knew or saw him. He had three children. The eldest was
Jacob, who came to his end last night. Jacob left Granchester for
London, eventually began speculating in real estate, and became--what he
was. The second was Richard, my father. He went out to Canada as a lad,
and did there pretty much what Jacob did here in London----"

"With the same