to read the will, I supposed it would be
found. Like enough it's there now, if proper search were made. I can
tell all that to Mr Balsam if he wants to know it."

"Why didn't you tell me all this before?" said Mr Apjohn.

"It isn't much to tell. It's only what I thought. If what the Cantors
said and what you all believed yourselves didn't bring you to the
will, nothing I could say would help you. It doesn't amount to more
than thinking after all."

Then Mr Apjohn was again confused and again in doubt. Could it be
possible after all that the conduct on the part of the man which had
been so prejudicial to him in the eyes of all men had been produced
simply by the annoyances to which he had been subjected? It was still
possible that the old man had himself destroyed the document which
he had been tempted to make, and that they had all of them been most
unjust to this poor fellow. He added, however, all the details of
this new story to the instructions which were to be given to Mr
Balsam, and to which Cousin Henry did attach his signature.

Then came some further conversation about Mr Cheekey, which, however,
did not take an official form. What questions Mr Cheekey might ask
would be between Mr Cheekey and the other attorney, and formed no
part of Mr Apjohn's direct business. He had intended to imbue his
client with something of the horror with which his clerk had been
before him in creating, believing that the cause of truth would
be assisted by reducing the man to the lowest condition of mean
terror. But this new story somewhat changed his purpose. If the
man were innocent,--if there were but some small probability of
his innocence,--was it not his duty to defend him as a client from
ill-usage on the part of Cheekey? That Cheekey must have his way with
him was a matter of course,--that is, if Cousin Henry appeared at
all; but a word or two of warning might be of service.

"You will be examined on the other side by Mr Cheekey," he said,
intending to assume a pleasant voice. At the hearing of the awful
name, sweat broke out on Cousin Henry's brow. "You know what his line
will be?"

"I don't know anything about it."

"He will attempt to prove that another will was made."

"I do not deny it. Haven't I said that I think another will was
made?"

"And that you are either aware of its existence--" here Mr Apjohn
paused, having resumed that stern tone of his voice which was so
disagreeable to Cousin Henry's ears--"or t