The Argosy — page 121: what you’re looking at

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The Master of G reylands. 109 the solicitor to my grandfather, old Anthony Castlemaine. Did you continue to be so until his death ? ” “1 did.” “Then you can, I hope, give me some particulars that I desire to know. To whom was Greylands’ Rest bequeathed Pp—and in what manner was it devised ?” ° Mr. Knivett shook his head. ‘‘I cannot give you any information upon the point,” he said. ‘I must refer you to Mr. Castlemaine.” ‘“‘T have applied to Mr. Castlemaine, and to Mr. Peter Castlemaine also, and neither of them will tell me anything. They meet me witha point-blank refusal to do so.” “Ah; I daresay. The Castlemaines never choose to be ques- tioned.” “Why will not you afford me the information, Mr. Knivett ?” “For two reasons. First, because the probability is that—pray understand me, young sir; note well what I say—the probability is that I do not possess the information to give you. Secondly, if I did possess it, my relation with the family would preclude my imparting it. I am the attorney to the Castlemaines.” ‘Their confidential attorney ? ” “Some of the business I transact for them is confidential.” ‘* But see here, Mr. Knivett—what am I to do? I come over at the solemn command of my father, delivered to me on his death-bed, to put in my claim to the estate. I find my Uncle James in possession of if. He says it is his. Well and good: I do not say it is quite unlikely to beso. But when I say to him, show me the vouchers for it; the deed or the will that you hold it by, he shuts himself up and says he will not show me anything—that I must be satisfied with his word. Now, is that satisfactory ?” ‘TI daresay it does not appear so to you.” “Tf there was a will made, let them allow me to see the will ; if it was bequeathed by a deed of gift, let me read the deed of gift. Can there be anything more fair than what I ask? If Greylands’ Rest is legally my Uncle James’s, I should not be so foolish, or so unjust, as to wish to deprive him of it.” Mr. Knivett sat back in his chair, pressing the tips of his fingers together, and politely listening. But comment made he none. ‘‘To go back home, without prosecuting my claim, is what I shall never do, unless I am convinced that I have no claim to prosecute,” continued Anthony. ‘“ Well, sir, I shall want a legal gentleman to advise me how to set about the investigation of the affair; and hence I come to you.” “J have shown you why I cannot advise you,” said’ Mr. Knivett— and his manner was ever so many shades colder. ‘I am the attorney to Mr. Castlemaine.” COMICHOOKS.COM —_)