Part 4 (2/2)

I glanced through the note and learned that my patient had had a couple of bad nights and a very hara.s.sing day. ”Could I have something to give me a night's rest?” it concluded.

I reflected a few moments. One is not very ready to prescribe sleeping draughts for unknown patients, but still, insomnia is a very distressing condition. In the end, I temporised with a moderate dose of bromide, deciding to call and see if more energetic measures were necessary.

”He had better take a dose of this at once, Miss Oman,” said I, as I handed her the bottle, ”and I will look in later and see how he is.”

”I expect he will be glad to see you,” she answered, ”for he is all alone to-night and very dumpy. Miss Bellingham is out. But I must remind you that he's a poor man and pays his way. You must excuse my mentioning it.”

”I am much obliged to you for the hint, Miss Oman,” I rejoined. ”It isn't necessary for me to see him, but I should like just to look in and have a chat.”

”Yes, it will do him good. You have your points, though punctuality doesn't seem to be one of them,” and with this parting shot Miss Oman bustled away.

Half-past eight found me ascending the great, dim staircase of the house in Nevill's Court preceded by Miss Oman, by whom I was ushered into the room. Mr. Bellingham, who had just finished some sort of meal, was sitting hunched up in his chair gazing gloomily into the empty grate. He brightened up as I entered, but was evidently in very low spirits.

”I didn't mean to drag you out after your day's work was finished,” he said, ”though I am very glad to see you.”

”You haven't dragged me out. I heard you were alone, so I just dropped in for a few minutes' gossip.”

”That is really kind of you,” he said heartily. ”But I'm afraid you'll find me rather poor company. A man who is full of his own highly disagreeable affairs is not a desirable companion.”

”You mustn't let me disturb you if you'd rather be alone,” said I, with a sudden fear that I was intruding.

”Oh, you won't disturb me,” he replied; adding, with a laugh: ”It's more likely to be the other way about. In fact, if I were not afraid of boring you to death I would ask you to let me talk my difficulties over with you.”

”You won't bore me,” I said. ”It is generally interesting to share another man's experiences without their inconveniences. 'The proper study of mankind is--man,' you know, especially to a doctor.”

Mr. Bellingham chuckled grimly. ”You make me feel like a microbe,” he said. ”However, if you would care to take a peep at me through your microscope, I will crawl on to the stage for your inspection, though it is not _my_ actions that furnish the materials for your psychological studies. I am only a pa.s.sive agent. It is my poor brother who is the _Deus ex machina_, who, from his unknown grave, as I fear, pulls the strings of this infernal puppet-show.”

He paused, and for a s.p.a.ce gazed thoughtfully into the grate as if he had forgotten my presence. At length he looked up, and resumed:

”It is a curious story, Doctor--a very curious story. Part of it you know--the middle part. I will tell it you from the beginning, and then you will know as much as I do; for, as to the end, that is known to no one. It is written, no doubt, in the book of destiny, but the page has yet to be turned.

”The mischief began with my father's death. He was a country clergyman of very moderate means, a widower with two children, my brother John and me. He managed to send us both to Oxford, after which John went into the Foreign Office and I was to have gone into the Church. But I suddenly discovered that my views on religion had undergone a change that made this impossible, and just about this time my father came into a quite considerable property. Now, as it was his expressed intention to leave the estate equally divided between my brother and me, there was no need for me to take up any profession for a livelihood. Archaeology was already the pa.s.sion of my life, and I determined to devote myself henceforth to my favourite study, in which, by the way, I was following a family tendency; for my father was an enthusiastic student of ancient Oriental history, and John was, as you know, an ardent Egyptologist.

”Then my father died quite suddenly, and left no will. He had intended to have one drawn up, but had put it off until it was too late. And since nearly all the property was in the form of real estate, my brother inherited practically the whole of it. However, in deference to the known wishes of my father, he made me an allowance of five hundred a year, which was about a quarter of the annual income, I urged him to a.s.sign me a lump sum, but he refused to do this. Instead, he instructed his solicitor to pay me the allowance in quarterly instalments during the rest of his life; and it was understood that, on his death, the entire estate should devolve on me, or if I died first, on my daughter Ruth. Then, as you know, he disappeared suddenly, and as the circ.u.mstances suggested that he was dead, and there was no evidence that he was alive, his solicitor--a Mr. Jellicoe--found himself unable to continue the payment of the allowance. On the other hand, as there was no positive evidence that my brother was dead, it was impossible to administer the will.”

”You say that the circ.u.mstances suggested that your brother was dead.

What circ.u.mstances were they?”

”Princ.i.p.ally the suddenness and completeness of the disappearance. His luggage, as you may remember, was found lying unclaimed at the railway station; and there was another circ.u.mstance even more suggestive. My brother drew a pension from the Foreign Office, for which he had to apply in person, or, if abroad, produce proof that he was alive on the date when the payment became due. Now, he was exceedingly regular in this respect; in fact, he had never been known to fail, either to appear in person or to transmit the necessary doc.u.ments to his agent, Mr.

Jellicoe. But from the moment when he vanished so mysteriously to the present day, nothing whatever has been heard of him.”

”It's a very awkward position for you,” I said, ”but I should think there will not be much difficulty in obtaining the permission of the Court to presume death and to proceed to prove the will.”

Mr. Bellingham made a wry face. ”I expect you are right,” he said, ”but, unfortunately, that doesn't help me much. You see, Mr. Jellicoe, having waited a reasonable time for my brother to reappear, took a very unusual but, I think, in the special circ.u.mstances, a very proper step: he summoned me and the other interested party to his office and communicated to us the provisions of the will. And very extraordinary provisions they turned out to be. I was thunderstruck when I heard them.

And the exasperating thing is that I feel sure my poor brother imagined that he had made everything perfectly safe and simple.”

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