Envious Casca (21 page)

The Inspector laid these papers to one side, and would have continued to run through the dwindling pile before him had not Mottisfont said, with another of his mirthless laughs: "Well, if that's my correspondence with Mr. Herriard over the China business, as I can see it is, I've no doubt you must want to know what the devil it's all about, Inspector!"

"Not now!" Joseph said. "This isn't quite the moment, do you think?"

"Oh, so Nat told you about it, did he?"

"Good heavens, no! Nat knew me too well to do that! I knew you'd had some sort of a disagreement, of course." "Well, I've no objection to having the thing out now, or at any other time."

"If you feel like that, sir, what is it all about?" asked Hemingway.

Mottisfont drew a breath. "My firm - it's a private company - deals with the East Indies trade."

"Just what is the composition of the company, sir?"

"Private limited liability. The shares were held by the three of us: Nathaniel Herriard, Stephen Herriard, and myself."

"In what proportion, sir?"

"Nathaniel Herriard held seventy per cent of the shares, myself twenty, and Stephen Herriard ten. When Nathaniel virtually retired from active partnership, I became managing director."

"And you, sir?" asked Hemingway, looking at Stephen.

"Nothing to do with it. Shares wished on to me when I was twenty-one."

"Oh no, the business was just Nathaniel and me!" said Mottisfont. "Well, he more or less retired some years ago, leaving me to carry on."

"What does more or less mean, sir?"

"Less," said Stephen.

Mottisfont pointedly ignored this interruption. "Well, I don't suppose anyone who knew Nathaniel will deny that he was by nature an autocrat. He never could keep his fingers out of any pie."

Joseph protested at this. "Edgar, I must point out to you that this pie was of his own making!"

"Oh, I'm not saying he wasn't a very clever business man in his day! But you know as well as I do that he was getting past it. Couldn't keep up with the times: lost his vision."

"Any disagreements between you and Mr. Herriard on the firm's policy?" asked Hemingway.

"Yes, many. Trade has been very bad during the last few years, particularly bad for our business. The Sino Japanese war was a crippling blow. Nathaniel had been out of things for too long to be able to cope with the new situation. I always had to fight to get my own way. Dear me, I can recall occasions when he's threatened me with every kind of disaster! But that was just his way. If you let him bluster himself out, in the end he always listened to reason. Those letters you have under your hand refer to a deal I wanted to put through, and which he was frightened of. I could show you dozens of others just like them, if I hadn't destroyed them."

"What was this deal, sir?"

"Well, unless you're a business man, I don't suppose you'd understand it," said Mottisfont.

Stephen's bitter mouth curled. "Nothing very difficult to understand about it," he said, his voice harsh enough to make Mottisfont start.

"I was not aware that you were in Nathaniel's confidence!" Mottisfont said, his eyes snapping behind their spectacles.

Stephen laughed. Joseph laid a hand on his arm. "Gently, old man! We don't want to make mischief, do we?"

"Damn you, don't paw me about!" Stephen said, shaking him off. "I've been quite sufficiently nauseated by Mottisfont's pretty picture of his own totally non-existent influence over Uncle Nat. So you could handle him, could you? You just let him bluster himself out, did you? By God, I won't have the old devil belittled by a damned little worm like you! You went in mortal dread of him, and well you know it!"

"How dare you speak to me like that?" stammered Mottisfont. "You know nothing about my relationship with Nat! Nothing! Because you knew no better than to quarrel with him, you think no one had more sense! Well, I was dealing with Nat when you were at a kindergarten! Puppy!"

"Edgar! Stephen!" implored Joseph, wringing his hands. "This isn't worthy of either of you! What must the Inspector think?"

The futility of this agonised enquiry drew a sound like a snarl from Stephen, but only made Hemingway say cheerfully: "Oh, you don't want to worry about me, sir! Perhaps, since Mr. Stephen Herriard seems to know all about it, he'd like to tell me what this new deal was that his uncle didn't hold with?"

"Gun-running," said Stephen.

Mottisfont grasped the arms of the chair he was sitting in as though he were about to jump up, and then relaxed again. It isn't difficult to believe that you'd stab a man in the back!" he said, in a trembling voice.

"I'd already noticed that you found no difficulty in believing it!" retorted Stephen.

"Stephen, Stephen, don't let your tongue betray you into saying what you can only regret! That was unpardonable of you, Edgar, unpardonable!" Joseph said.

"Oh yes, what I say is unpardonable, but what your precious nephew says is quite another matter, isn't it?" Mottisfont sneered.

"Edgar, you know what Stephen is just as well as I do! I'm not excusing him. But as for letting him get a rise out of you with his absurd, nonsense about gun-running - ! For shame, Edgar! Of course, no one believes you were mixed up with anything of the sort! Why, it sounds like one of those lurid films which I, alas, am too much of an old stager to enjoy!"

"Only it happens to be true," said Stephen.

"Really, Stephen! I hope I'm as fond of a joke as anyone, but is this quite the time, my boy?"

The Inspector, who had been watching Mottisfont, said: "I don't want to interrupt you gentlemen, but perhaps we'd all of us get along better if I made it plain that I'm not at the moment interested in gun-running, which is what I thought this "China business" of yours might be, Mr. Mottisfont."

Stephen found Mottisfont's expression of mingled relief and uncertainty comic, and began to laugh. Joseph flung up a hand. "Stephen, please! Edgar, is this thing possible?"

"Good heavens, Joseph, there's nothing to be so tragic about!" said Mottisfont, "A great many people consider that we are making a criminal mistake not to allow the shipment of arms to China!"

"But it's illegal!" said Joseph, quite horrified. "You mean to say you wanted to engage in an illegal business?"

"Was engaged in it. Is engaged in it," said Stephen. "Lucrative pursuit, gun-running."

"You seem to know a lot about it," said the Inspector.

"Not me, no. Only what my uncle told me. You have Mr. Mottisfont's word for it that I have nothing to do with the management of the firm."

"Well, it is a lucrative business," said Mottisfont, with sudden candour. "Of course, it's frowned on by the authorities, but we needn't go into that now. There are always two ways of looking at a thing, and I'm not at all ashamed of selling arms to China. What's more, Nat would soon have come round to my point of view."

"Nat," said Joseph, in a deep voice, "was the Soul of Honour. He would never have consented."

The Inspector looked at him. "You weren't in his confidence, sir?"

"Not about business matters," confessed Joseph. "You see, I've never had the least head for that sort of thing. I chose to follow Art, and though I daresay many people would think me a fool, I've never regretted it."

"And you, sir?" asked Hemingway, addressing Stephen. Just what did you know about this?"

"The bare facts. My uncle had discovered the gunrunning racket, and he wasn't pleased about it. In fact, he was damned angry."

"Nathaniel was too good a business man not to have seen reason, in face of the balance-sheets during the past three or four years!" said Mottisfont. "I don't mind admitting that we hadn't been doing well."

The Inspector said: "If it's all the same to you, sir, I'd like to know how things stand. What are your Articles of Association? What happens to Mr. Herriard's shares?"

"They were to be offered to the remaining shareholders pro rata," replied Mottisfont. "A very ordinary arrangement."

"That is to say that you would then have a two-thirds interest in the company, and Mr. Stephen Herriard onethird?"

"Certainly."

"What about the valuation?"

Stephen removed his pipe from his mouth. "On the last three years' trading. Doesn't the plot thicken?"

"I suppose you know what you mean by that! I can only say that I don't!" snapped Mottisfont.

"I just think that things have panned out very luckily for you," smiled Stephen.

This remark provoked Mottisfont to such an explosion of wrath that not only Joseph, but Blyth too, intervened. While these three voices strove against each other, Stephen stood smoking his pipe, and grinning sardonically, and the Inspector divided his attention between his demeanour and those of Mottisfont's agitated utterances which he was able to hear.

Again and again, and with tears in his voice, Joseph begged Mottisfont not to say what he must later regret; but the only effect this had on Mottisfont was to make him shout that he had had enough of Joseph's meddling ways, and would not be surprised to find that he had been in league with Stephen from the start.

The obvious inference not only shocked Joseph, but gave him an opportunity of showing his audience that he could enact a tragic role just as well as the characterparts in which his wife said he was so good. Horror, grief, and righteous indignation all infused his voice as he refuted this accusation; and, as he turned away from Mottisfont, he almost tottered.

The Inspector, though not unappreciative of the spirited scene he was witnessing, thought it time to bring it to a close. He said that he did not think he need trouble the actors any more at present. Stephen at once strolled out of the room; and after delivering himself of a few trembling remarks about the entire Herriard family, Mottisfont also went away. The Inspector looked at Joseph, but Joseph showed no disposition to follow suit.

He said, when the door had shut behind Mottisfont: "Nerves play strange tricks on us poor humans! I think you, Inspector, must have seen too much to attach importance to the foolish things a man will say under nervous stress. This has been a severe shock to my old friend Mottisfont. It has thrown him off his balance. You must believe that!"

"I do," replied Hemingway.

"I consider there was a good deal of provocation," said Blyth dryly.

"Yes, yes, I know there was!" Joseph agreed. "Stephen has a wicked tongue. I'm not excusing him. But I think I may claim to know him better than most people and I can't let this pass without saying that that remark of his was not by any means unprovoked. Mottisfont's attitude to him ever since my poor brother's death has been little short of hostile."

"Do you know why?" asked Hemingway.

Joseph shook his head. "There's no reason, except that I'm afraid my nephew doesn't lay himself out to be very agreeable. He wants knowing, if you understand what I mean. I can't deny that he has - well, an unfortunate manner, very often, but it doesn't mean anything. Then, too, I daresay Mottisfont was inclined to be jealous of him, the silly fellow!"

"Would you say that he had an influence over your brother, sir?"

"Well, hardly that, perhaps. But my brother was very fond of him. And Stephen cared a good deal for my brother too, whatever Mottisfont may choose to think. You know how it is, Inspector! My nephew is not the sort of man to show what he feels, and people are inclined to think him callous. Poor Mottisfont was terribly shocked by my brother's death! Of course, Stephen was too, but he won't show it, and that misled Mottisfont into thinking - well, I'm sure I don't know what he thinks, but that unfortunate business of the cigarette-case made him say one or two things that were quite uncalled-for. But I think I put a stop to that. The old uncle has his uses!"

"Mr. Mottisfont thought the finding of that case in Mr. Herriard's room suspicious?"

"Oh, I don't know that he went as far as that! In any event, I feel sure the cigarette-case means nothing at all. There are probably a dozen explanations to account for its having been found in my brother's room."

"Mr. Herriard," said Hemingway, "did you at any time tell your nephew about the will you helped your brother to draw up?"

"No, indeed I didn't!" Joseph said quickly. "Why, it would have been most improper of me! You mustn't pay any heed to what poor Mottisfont said! That I'd been hinting that Stephen was the heir! Now, I do assure you, Inspector, that I never did anything of the kind. The only person I ever said anything to - and then only in the most general terms - was Miss Dean."

"What did you say to her, sir?"

"Really, I can't recall my exact words! It was nothing you could possibly construe into - in fact, I told her my lips were sealed. And I shouldn't have said that, only that - oh dear, oh dear, one tries to act for the best, never imagining that the most innocent motives may lead to all sorts of hideous complications! You'll think me a sentimental old fool, I expect, but my one idea was to smooth out a few wrinkles, if I could."

"Between Mr. Stephen and the deceased?"

"Well, yes," admitted Joseph. "It's no use trying to conceal from you that my poor brother was in a very bad humour, for I'm sure you've already been told that. His lumbago was troubling him, and there was this business of Mottisfont's, besides the rather unfortunate affair of young Roydon's play. I did my best to pour oil, and I will readily admit that I was on tenterhooks lest Stephen should upset all his chances by - by irritating his uncle. That's why I spoke to Miss Dean."

"So that unless Miss Dean told him, you don't think he had any knowledge of his uncle's having made this will?"

"Not from me! I don't know what my brother may have told him, but I can assure you I never said anything about it."

The Inspector's excellent memory again proved disconcerting. "But when Mr. Herriard and his nephew had words after the reading of Mr. Roydon's play, didn't Mr. Herriard speak of making a few changes?"

"Really, I don't think I heard him! In any case, it was the sort of thing he might say if he was in a temper."

"But it would imply, wouldn't it, that he had reason to believe that Mr. Stephen knew of the provisions of this will?"