THE RECORD—Continued.

When I had finished writing I looked over at Rupert.

When he saw us, he jumped up and went over to father and shook his hand quite warmly.  Father took him very coolly.  Rupert, however, did not seem to see it, but came towards me heartily.  I happened to be doing something else at the moment, and at first I did not see his hand; but just as I was looking at it the clock struck eleven.  Whilst it was striking Mr. Trent came into the room.  Close behind him came his clerk, carrying a locked tin box.  There were two other men also.  He bowed to us all in turn, beginning with me.  I was standing opposite the door; the others were scattered about.  Father sat still, but Sir Colin and Mr. St. Leger rose.  Mr. Trent not did shake hands with any of us—not even me.  Nothing but his respectful bow.  That is the etiquette for an attorney, I understand, on such formal occasions.

He sat down at the end of the big table in the centre of the room, and asked us to sit round.  Father, of course, as Head of the Family, took the seat at his right hand.  Sir Colin and St. Leger went to the other side, the former taking the seat next to the attorney.  The General knows, of course, that a Baronet takes precedence at a ceremony.  I may be a Baronet some day myself, and have to know these things.

The clerk took the key which his master handed to him, opened the tin box, and took from it a bundle of papers tied with red tape.  This he placed before the attorney, and put the empty box behind him on the floor.  Then he and the other man sat at the far end of the table; the latter took out a big notebook and several pencils, and put them before him.  He was evidently a shorthand-writer.  Mr. Trent removed the tape from the bundle of papers, which he placed a little distance in front of him.  He took a sealed envelope from the top, broke the seal, opened the envelope, and from it took a parchment, in the folds of which were some sealed envelopes, which he laid in a heap in front of the other paper.  Then he unfolded the parchment, and laid it before him with the outside page up.  He fixed his glasses, and said:

“Gentlemen, the sealed envelope which you have seen me open is endorsed ‘My Last Will and Testament—Roger Melton, June, 1906.’  This document”—holding it up—“is as follows:

“‘I Roger Melton of Openshaw Grange in the County of Dorset; of number one hundred and twenty-three Berkeley Square London; and of the Castle of Vissarion in the Land of the Blue Mountains, being of sound mind do make this my Last Will and Testament on this day Monday the eleventh day of the month of June in the year of Our Lord one thousand nine hundred and six at the office of my old friend and Attorney Edward Bingham Trent in number one hundred and seventy-six Lincoln’s Inn Fields London hereby revoking all other wills that I may have formerly made and giving this as my sole and last Will making dispositions of my property as follows:

“‘1.  To my kinsman and nephew Ernest Halbard Melton Esquire, justice of the Peace, Humcroft the County of Salop, for his sole use and benefit the sum of twenty thousand pounds sterling free of all Duties Taxes and charges whatever to be paid out of my Five per centum Bonds of the City of Montreal, Canada.

“‘2.  To my respected friend and colleague as co-trustee to the Will of my late sister Patience late widow of the late Captain Rupert Sent Leger who predeceased her, Major-General Sir Colin Alexander MacKelpie, Baronet, holder of the Victoria Cross, Knight Commander of the Order of the Bath, of Croom in the county of Ross Scotland a sum of Twenty thousand pounds sterling free of all Taxes and charges whatsoever; to be paid out of my Five per centum Bonds of the City of Toronto, Canada.

“‘3.  To Miss Janet MacKelpie presently residing at Croom in the County of Ross Scotland the sum of Twenty thousand pounds sterling free of all Duties Taxes and Charges whatsoever, to be paid out of my Five per centum Bonds of the London County Council.

“‘4.  To the various persons charities and Trustees named in the schedule attached to this Will and marked A. the various sums mentioned therein, all free of Duties and Taxes and charges whatsoever.’”

Here Mr. Trent read out the list here following, and announced for our immediate understanding of the situation the total amount as two hundred and fifty thousand pounds.  Many of the beneficiaries were old friends, comrades, dependents, and servants, some of them being left quite large sums of money and specific objects, such as curios and pictures.

“‘5.  To my kinsman and nephew Ernest Roger Halbard Melton presently living in the house of his father at Humcroft Salop the sum of Ten thousand pounds sterling.

“‘6.  To my old and valued friend Edward Bingham Trent of one hundred and seventy-six Lincoln’s Inn Fields sum of Twenty thousand pounds sterling free from all Duties Taxes and Charges whatsoever to be paid out of my Five per centum Bonds of the city of Manchester England.

“‘7.  To my dear nephew Rupert Sent Leger only son of my dear sister Patience Melton by her marriage with Captain Rupert Sent Leger the sum of one thousand pounds sterling.  I also bequeath to the said Rupert Sent Leger a further sum conditional upon his acceptance of the terms of a letter addressed to him marked B, and left in the custody of the above Edward Bingham Trent and which letter is an integral part of this my Will.  In case of the non-acceptance of the conditions of such letter, I devise and bequeath the whole of the sums and properties reserved therein to the executors herein appointed Colin Alexander MacKelpie and Edward Bingham Trent in trust to distribute the same in accordance with the terms of the letter in the present custody of Edward Bingham Trent marked C, and now deposited sealed with my seal in the sealed envelope containing my last Will to be kept in the custody of the said Edward Bingham Trent and which said letter C is also an integral part of my Will.  And in case any doubt should arise as to my ultimate intention as to the disposal of my property the above-mentioned Executors are to have full power to arrange and dispose all such matters as may seem best to them without further appeal.  And if any beneficiary under this Will shall challenge the same or any part of it, or dispute the validity thereof, he shall forfeit to the general estate the bequest made herein to him, and any such bequest shall cease and be void to all intents and purposes whatsoever.

“‘8.  For proper compliance with laws and duties connected with testamentary proceedings and to keep my secret trusts secret I direct my Executors to pay all Death, Estate, Settlement, Legacy, Succession, or other duties charges impositions and assessments whatever on the residue of my estate beyond the bequests already named, at the scale charged in the case of most distant relatives or strangers in blood.

“‘9.  I hereby appoint as my Executors Major-General Sir Colin Alexander MacKelpie, Baronet, of Croom in the County of Ross, and Edward Bingham Trent Attorney at Law of one hundred and seventy-six Lincoln’s Inn Fields London West Central with full power to exercise their discretion in any circumstance which may arise in the carrying out my wishes as expressed in this Will.  As reward for their services in this capacity as Executors they are to receive each out of the general estate a sum of one hundred thousand pounds sterling free of all Duties and impositions whatsoever.

“12.  The two Memoranda contained in the letters marked B and C are Integral Parts of this my Last Will are ultimately at the Probate of the Will to be taken as Clauses 10 and 11 of it.  The envelopes are marked B and C on both envelope and contents and the contents of each is headed thus: B to be read as Clause 10 of my Will and the other C to be read as Clause 11 of my Will.

“13.  Should either of the above-mentioned Executors die before the completion of the above year and a half from the date of the Reading of my Will or before the Conditions rehearsed in Letter C the remaining Executor shall have all and several the Rights and Duties entrusted by my Will to both.  And if both Executors should die then the matter of interpretation and execution of all matters in connection with this my Last Will shall rest with the Lord Chancellor of England for the time being or with whomsoever he may appoint for the purpose.

“‘This my Last Will is given by me on the first day of January in the year of Our Lord one thousand nine hundred and seven.

“‘Roger Melton.

“We Andrew Rossiter and John Colson here in the presence of each other and of the Testator have seen the Testator Roger Melton sign and seal this document.  In witness thereof we hereby set our names

“‘Andrew Rossiter clerk of 9 Primrose Avenue London W.C.

“‘John Colson caretaker of 176 Lincoln’s Inn Fields and Verger of St. Tabitha’s Church Clerkenwell London.’”

When Mr. Trent had finished the reading he put all the papers together, and tied them up in a bundle again with the red tape.  Holding the bundle in his hand, he stood up, saying as he did so:

“That is all, gentlemen, unless any of you wish to ask me any questions; in which case I shall answer, of course, to the best of my power.  I shall ask you, Sir Colin, to remain with me, as we have to deal with some matters, or to arrange a time when we may meet to do so.  And you also, Mr. Sent Leger, as there is this letter to submit to you.  It is necessary that you should open it in the presence of the executors, but there is no necessity that anyone else should be present.”

The first to speak was my father.  Of course, as a county gentleman of position and estate, who is sometimes asked to take the chair at Sessions—of course, when there is not anyone with a title present—he found himself under the duty of expressing himself first.  Old MacKelpie has superior rank; but this was a family affair, in which my father is Head of the House, whilst old MacKelpie is only an outsider brought into it—and then only to the distaff side, by the wife of a younger brother of the man who married into our family.  Father spoke with the same look on his face as when he asks important questions of witnesses at Quarter Sessions.

“I should like some points elucidated.”  The attorney bowed (he gets his 120 thou’, any way, so he can afford to be oily—suave, I suppose he would call it); so father looked at a slip of paper in his hand and asked:

“How much is the amount of the whole estate?”

The attorney answered quickly, and I thought rather rudely.  He was red in the face, and didn’t bow this time; I suppose a man of his class hasn’t more than a very limited stock of manners:

“That, sir, I am not at liberty to tell you.  And I may say that I would not if I could.”

“Is it a million?” said father again.  He was angry this time, and even redder than the old attorney.  The attorney said in answer, very quietly this time:

“Ah, that’s cross-examining.  Let me say, sir, that no one can know that until the accountants to be appointed for the purpose have examined the affairs of the testator up to date.”

Mr. Rupert St. Leger, who was looking all this time angrier than even the attorney or my father—though at what he had to be angry about I can’t imagine—struck his fist on the table and rose up as if to speak, but as he caught sight of both old MacKelpie and the attorney he sat down again.  Mem.—Those three seem to agree too well.  I must keep a sharp eye on them.  I didn’t think of this part any more at the time, for father asked another question which interested me much:

“May I ask why the other matters of the Will are not shown to us?”  The attorney wiped his spectacles carefully with a big silk bandanna handkerchief before he answered:

“Simply because each of the two letters marked ‘B’ and ‘C’ is enclosed with instructions regarding their opening and the keeping secret of their contents.  I shall call your attention to the fact that both envelopes are sealed, and that the testator and both witnesses have signed their names across the flap of each envelope.  I shall read them.  The letter marked ‘B,’ directed to ‘Rupert Sent Leger,’ is thus endorsed:

“‘This letter is to be given to Rupert Sent Leger by the Trustees and is to be opened by him in their presence.  He is to take such copy or make such notes as he may wish and is then to hand the letter with envelope to the Executors who are at once to read it, each of them being entitled to make copy or notes if desirous of so doing.  The letter is then to be replaced in its envelope and letter and envelope are to be placed in another envelope to be endorsed on outside as to its contents and to be signed across the flap by both the Executors and by the said Rupert Sent Leger.

“‘(Signed) Roger Melton 1/6/’06.

“The letter marked ‘C,’ directed to ‘Edward Bingham Trent,’ is thus endorsed:

“‘This letter directed to Edward Bingham Trent is to be kept by him unopened for a term of two years after the reading of my Last Will unless said period is earlier terminated by either the acceptance or refusal of Rupert Sent Leger to accept the conditions mentioned in my letter to him marked ‘B’ which he is to receive and read in the presence of my Executors at the same meeting as but subsequent to the Reading of the clauses (except those to be ultimately numbers ten and eleven) of my Last Will.  This letter contains instructions as to what both the Executors and the said Rupert Sent Leger are to do when such acceptance or refusal of the said Rupert Sent Leger has been made known, or if he omit or refuse to make any such acceptance or refusal, at the end of two years next after my decease.

“‘(Signed) Roger Melton 1/6/’06.’”

When the attorney had finished reading the last letter he put it carefully in his pocket.  Then he took the other letter in his hand, and stood up.  “Mr. Rupert Sent Leger,” he said, “please to open this letter, and in such a way that all present may see that the memorandum at top of the contents is given as—

“‘B.  To be read as clause ten of my Will.’”

St. Leger rolled up his sleeves and cuffs just as if he was going to perform some sort of prestidigitation—it was very theatrical and ridiculous—then, his wrists being quite bare, he opened the envelope and took out the letter.  We all saw it quite well.  It was folded with the first page outward, and on the top was written a line just as the attorney said.  In obedience to a request from the attorney, he laid both letter and envelope on the table in front of him.  The clerk then rose up, and, after handing a piece of paper to the attorney, went back to his seat.  Mr. Trent, having written something on the paper, asked us all who were present, even the clerk and the shorthand man, to look at the memorandum on the letter and what was written on the envelope, and to sign the paper, which ran:

“We the signatories of this paper hereby declare that we have seen the sealed letter marked B and enclosed in the Will of Roger Melton opened in the presence of us all including Mr. Edward Bingham Trent and Sir Colin Alexander MacKelpie and we declare that the paper therein contained was headed ‘B.  To be read as clause ten of my Will’ and that there were no other contents in the envelope.  In attestation of which we in the presence of each other append our signatures.”

The attorney motioned to my father to begin.  Father is a cautious man, and he asked for a magnifying-glass, which was shortly brought to him by a clerk for whom the clerk in the room called.  Father examined the envelope all over very carefully, and also the memorandum at top of the paper.  Then, without a word, he signed the paper.  Father is a just man.  Then we all signed.  The attorney folded the paper and put it in an envelope.  Before closing it he passed it round, and we all saw that it had not been tampered with.  Father took it out and read it, and then put it back.  Then the attorney asked us all to sign it across the flap, which we did.  Then he put the sealing-wax on it and asked father to seal it with his own seal.  He did so.  Then he and MacKelpie sealed it also with their own seals, Then he put it in another envelope, which he sealed himself, and he and MacKelpie signed it across the flap.

Then father stood up, and so did I.  So did the two men—the clerk and the shorthand writer.  Father did not say a word till we got out into the street.  We walked along, and presently we passed an open gate into the fields.  He turned back, saying to me:

“Come in here.  There is no one about, and we can be quiet.  I want to speak to you.”  When we sat down on a seat with none other near it, father said:

“You are a student of the law.  What does all that mean?”  I thought it a good occasion for an epigram, so I said one word:

“Bilk!”

“H’m!” said father; “that is so far as you and I are concerned.  You with a beggarly ten thousand, and I with twenty.  But what is, or will be, the effect of those secret trusts?”

“Oh, that,” I said, “will, I dare say, be all right.  Uncle Roger evidently did not intend the older generation to benefit too much by his death.  But he only gave Rupert St. Leger one thousand pounds, whilst he gave me ten.  That looks as if he had more regard for the direct line.  Of course—”  Father interrupted me:

“But what was the meaning of a further sum?”

“I don’t know, father.  There was evidently some condition which he was to fulfil; but he evidently didn’t expect that he would.  Why, otherwise, did he leave a second trust to Mr. Trent?”

“True!” said father.  Then he went on: “I wonder why he left those enormous sums to Trent and old MacKelpie.  They seem out of all proportion as executors’ fees, unless—”

“Unless what, father?”

“Unless the fortune he has left is an enormous one.  That is why I asked.”

“And that,” I laughed, “is why he refused to answer.”

“Why, Ernest, it must run into big figures.”

“Right-ho, father.  The death-duties will be annoying.  What a beastly swindle the death-duties are!  Why, I shall suffer even on your own little estate . . . ”

“That will do!” he said curtly.  Father is so ridiculously touchy.  One would think he expects to live for ever.  Presently he spoke again:

“I wonder what are the conditions of that trust.  They are as important—almost—as the amount of the bequest—whatever it is.  By the way, there seems to be no mention in the will of a residuary legatee.  Ernest, my boy, we may have to fight over that.”

“How do you make that out, father?” I asked.  He had been very rude over the matter of the death-duties of his own estate, though it is entailed and I must inherit.  So I determined to let him see that I know a good deal more than he does—of law, at any rate.  “I fear that when we come to look into it closely that dog won’t fight.  In the first place, that may be all arranged in the letter to St. Leger, which is a part of the Will.  And if that letter should be inoperative by his refusal of the conditions (whatever they may be), then the letter to the attorney begins to work.  What it is we don’t know, and perhaps even he doesn’t—I looked at it as well as I could—and we law men are trained to observation.  But even if the instructions mentioned as being in Letter C fail, then the corpus of the Will gives full power to Trent to act just as he darn pleases.  He can give the whole thing to himself if he likes, and no one can say a word.  In fact, he is himself the final court of appeal.”

“H’m!” said father to himself.  “It is a queer kind of will, I take it, that can override the Court of Chancery.  We shall perhaps have to try it before we are done with this!”  With that he rose, and we walked home together—without saying another word.

My mother was very inquisitive about the whole thing—women always are.  Father and I between us told her all it was necessary for her to know.  I think we were both afraid that, woman-like, she would make trouble for us by saying or doing something injudicious.  Indeed, she manifested such hostility towards Rupert St. Leger that it is quite on the cards that she may try to injure him in some way.  So when father said that he would have to go out shortly again, as he wished to consult his solicitor, I jumped up and said I would go with him, as I, too, should take advice as to how I stood in the matter.

The Contents of Letter marked “B” attached as an Integral Part to the Last Will of Roger Melton.

June 11, 1907.

“This letter an integral part of my Last Will regards the entire residue of my estate beyond the specific bequests made in the body of my Will.  It is to appoint as Residuary Legatee of such Will—in case he may accept in due form the Conditions herein laid down—my dear Nephew Rupert Sent Leger only son of my sister Patience Melton now deceased by her marriage with Captain Rupert Sent Leger also now deceased.  On his acceptance of the Conditions and the fulfilment of the first of them the Entire residue of my estate after payments of all specific Legacies and of all my debts and other obligations is to become his absolute property to be dealt with or disposed of as he may desire.  The following are the conditions.

“1.  He is to accept provisionally by letter addressed to my Executors a sum of nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand pounds sterling free of all Duties Taxes or other imposts.  This he will hold for a period of six months from the date of the Reading of my Last Will and have user of the accruements thereto calculated at the rate of ten per centum per annum which amount he shall under no circumstances be required to replace.  At the end of said six months he must express in writing directed to the Executors of my Will his acceptance or refusal of the other conditions herein to follow.  But if he may so choose he shall be free to declare in writing to the Executors within one week from the time of the Reading of the Will his wish to accept or to withdraw altogether from the responsibility of this Trust.  In case of withdrawal he is to retain absolutely and for his own use the above-mentioned sum of nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand pounds sterling free of all Duties Taxes and imposts whatsoever making with the specific bequest of one thousand pounds a clear sum of one million pounds sterling free of all imposts.  And he will from the moment of the delivery of such written withdrawal cease to have any right or interest whatsoever in the further disposition of my estate under this instrument.  Should such written withdrawal be received by my Executors they shall have possession of such residue of my estate as shall remain after the payment of the above sum of nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand pounds sterling and the payment of all Duties Taxes assessments or Imposts as may be entailed by law by its conveyance to the said Rupert Sent Leger and these my Executors shall hold the same for the further disposal of it according to the instructions given in the letter marked C and which is also an integral part of my Last Will and Testament.

“2.  If at or before the expiration of the six months above-mentioned the said Rupert Sent Leger shall have accepted the further conditions herein stated, he is to have user of the entire income produced by such residue of my estate the said income being paid to him Quarterly on the usual Quarter Days by the aforesaid Executors to wit Major General Sir Colin Alexander MacKelpie Bart. and Edward Bingham Trent to be used by him in accordance with the terms and conditions hereinafter mentioned.

“3.  The said Rupert Sent Leger is to reside for a period of at least six months to begin not later than three months from the reading of my Will in the Castle of Vissarion in the Land of the Blue Mountains.  And if he fulfil the Conditions imposed on him and shall thereby become possessed of the residue of my estate he is to continue to reside there in part for a period of one year.  He is not to change his British Nationality except by a formal consent of the Privy Council of Great Britain.

“At the end of a year and a half from the Reading of my Will he is to report in person to my Executors of the expenditure of amounts paid or due by him in the carrying out of the Trust and if they are satisfied that same are in general accord with the conditions named in above-mentioned letter marked C and which is an integral part of my Will they are to record their approval on such Will which can then go for final Probate and Taxation.  On the Completion of which the said Rupert Sent Leger shall become possessed absolutely and without further act or need of the entire residue of my estate.  In witness whereof, etc.

“(Signed) Roger Melton.”

This document is attested by the witnesses to the Will on the same date.

(Personal and Confidential.)

Memoranda made by Edward Bingham Trent in Connection with the Will of Roger Melton.

January 3, 1907.

The interests and issues of all concerned in the Will and estate of the late Roger Melton of Openshaw Grange are so vast that in case any litigation should take place regarding the same, I, as the solicitor, having the carriage of the testator’s wishes, think it well to make certain memoranda of events, conversations, etc., not covered by documentary evidence.  I make the first memorandum immediately after the event, whilst every detail of act and conversation is still fresh in my mind.  I shall also try to make such comments thereon as may serve to refresh my memory hereafter, and which in case of my death may perhaps afford as opinions contemporaneously recorded some guiding light to other or others who may later on have to continue and complete the tasks entrusted to me.

I.

Concerning the Reading of the Will of Roger Melton.

When, beginning at 11 o’clock a.m. on this the forenoon of Thursday, the 3rd day of January, 1907, I opened the Will and read it in full, except the clauses contained in the letters marked “B” and “C”; there were present in addition to myself, the following:

1.  Ernest Halbard Melton, J.P, nephew of the testator.

2.  Ernest Roger Halbard Melton, son of the above.

3.  Rupert Sent Leger, nephew of the testator.

4.  Major-General Sir Colin Alexander MacKelpie, Bart., co-executor with myself of the Will.

5.  Andrew Rossiter, my clerk, one of the witnesses of the testator’s Will.

6.  Alfred Nugent, stenographer (of Messrs. Castle’s office, 21, Bream’s Buildings, W.C.).

When the Will had been read, Mr. E. H. Melton asked the value of the estate left by the testator, which query I did not feel empowered or otherwise able to answer; and a further query, as to why those present were not shown the secret clauses of the Will.  I answered by reading the instructions endorsed on the envelopes of the two letters marked “B” and “C,” which were sufficiently explanatory.

But, lest any question should hereafter arise as to the fact that the memoranda in letters marked “B” and “C,” which were to be read as clauses 10 and 11 of the Will, I caused Rupert Sent Leger to open the envelope marked “B” in the presence of all in the room.  These all signed a paper which I had already prepared, to the effect that they had seen the envelope opened, and that the memorandum marked “B.  To be read as clause ten of my Will,” was contained in the envelope, of which it was to be the sole contents.  Mr. Ernest Halbard Melton, J.P., before signing, carefully examined with a magnifying-glass, for which he had asked, both the envelope and the heading of the memorandum enclosed in the letter.  He was about to turn the folded paper which was lying on the table over, by which he might have been able to read the matter of the memorandum had he so desired.  I at once advised him that the memorandum he was to sign dealt only with the heading of the page, and not with the matter.  He looked very angry, but said nothing, and after a second scrutiny signed.  I put the memorandum in an envelope, which we all signed across the flap.  Before signing, Mr Ernest Halbard Melton took out the paper and verified it.  I then asked him to close it, which he did, and when the sealing-wax was on it he sealed it with his own seal.  Sir Colin A. MacKelpie and I also appended our own seals.  I put the envelope in another, which I sealed with my own seal, and my co-executor and I signed it across the flap and added the date.  I took charge of this.  When the others present had taken their departure, my co-executor and I, together with Mr. Rupert Sent Leger, who had remained at my request, went into my private room.

Here Mr. Rupert Sent Leger read the memorandum marked “B,” which is to be read as clause 10 of the Will.  He is evidently a man of considerable nerve, for his face was quite impassive as he read the document, which conveyed to him (subject to the conditions laid down) a fortune which has no equal in amount in Europe, even, so far as I know, amongst the crowned heads.  When he had read it over a second time he stood up and said:

“I wish I had known my uncle better.  He must have had the heart of a king.  I never heard of such generosity as he has shown me.  Mr. Trent, I see, from the conditions of this memorandum, or codicil, or whatever it is, that I am to declare within a week as to whether I accept the conditions imposed on me.  Now, I want you to tell me this: must I wait a week to declare?”  In answer, I told him that the testator’s intention was manifestly to see that he had full time to consider fully every point before making formal decision and declaration.  But, in answer to the specific question, I could answer that he might make declaration when he would, provided it was within, or rather not after, the week named.  I added:

“But I strongly advise you not to act hurriedly.  So enormous a sum is involved that you may be sure that all possible efforts will be made by someone or other to dispossess you of your inheritance, and it will be well that everything shall be done, not only in perfect order, but with such manifest care and deliberation that there can be no question as to your intention.”

“Thank you, sir,” he answered; “I shall do as you shall kindly advise me in this as in other things.  But I may tell you now—and you, too, my dear Sir Colin—that I not only accept my Uncle Roger’s conditions in this, but that when the time comes in the other matters I shall accept every condition that he had in his mind—and that I may know of—in everything.”  He looked exceedingly in earnest, and it gave me much pleasure to see and hear him.  It was just what a young man should do who had seen so generously treated.  As the time had now come, I gave him the bulky letter addressed to him, marked “D” which I had in my safe.  As I fulfilled my obligation in the matter, I said:

“You need not read the letter here.  You can take it away with you, and read it by yourself at leisure.  It is your own property, without any obligation whatever attached to it.  By the way, perhaps it would be well if you knew.  I have a copy sealed up in an envelope, and endorsed, ‘To be opened if occasion should arise,’ but not otherwise.  Will you see me to-morrow, or, better still, dine with me alone here to-night?  I should like to have a talk with you, and you may wish to ask me some questions.”  He answered me cordially.  I actually felt touched by the way he said good-bye before he went away.  Sir Colin MacKelpie went with him, as Sent Leger was to drop him at the Reform.

Letter from Roger Melton to Rupert Sent Leger, endorsed “D. re Rupert Sent Leger.  To be given to him by Edward Bingham Trent if and as soon as he has declared (formally or informally) his intention of accepting the conditions named in Letter B., forming Clause 10 in my Will.  R. M., 1/1/’07.

“Mem.—Copy (sealed) left in custody of E. B. Trent, to be opened if necessary, as directed.”

June 11, 1906.

My Dear Nephew,

When (if ever) you receive this you will know that (with the exception of some definite bequests) I have left to you, under certain conditions, the entire bulk of my fortune—a fortune so great that by its aid as a help, a man of courage and ability may carve out for himself a name and place in history.  The specific conditions contained in Clause 10 of my Will have to be observed, for such I deem to be of service to your own fortune; but herein I give my advice, which you are at liberty to follow or not as you will, and my wishes, which I shall try to explain fully and clearly, so that you may be in possession of my views in case you should desire to carry them out, or, at least, to so endeavour that the results I hope for may be ultimately achieved.  First let me explain—for your understanding and your guidance—that the power, or perhaps it had better be called the pressure, behind the accumulation of my fortune has been ambition.  In obedience to its compulsion, I toiled early and late until I had so arranged matters that, subject to broad supervision, my ideas could be carried out by men whom I had selected and tested, and not found wanting.  This was for years to the satisfaction, and ultimately to the accumulation by these men of fortune commensurate in some measure to their own worth and their importance to my designs.  Thus I had accumulated, whilst still a young man, a considerable fortune.  This I have for over forty years used sparingly as regards my personal needs, daringly with regard to speculative investments.  With the latter I took such very great care, studying the conditions surrounding them so thoroughly, that even now my schedule of bad debts or unsuccessful investments is almost a blank.  Perhaps by such means things flourished with me, and wealth piled in so fast that at times I could hardly use it to advantage.  This was all done as the forerunner of ambition, but I was over fifty years of age when the horizon of ambition itself opened up to me.  I speak thus freely, my dear Rupert, as when you read it I shall have passed away, and not ambition nor the fear of misunderstanding, nor even of scorn can touch me.  My ventures in commerce and finance covered not only the Far East, but every foot of the way to it, so that the Mediterranean and all its opening seas were familiar to me.  In my journeyings up and down the Adriatic I was always struck by the great beauty and seeming richness—native richness—of the Land of the Blue Mountains.  At last Chance took me into that delectable region.  When the “Balkan Struggle” of ’90 was on, one of the great Voivodes came to me in secret to arrange a large loan for national purposes.  It was known in financial circles of both Europe and Asia that I took an active part in the haute politique of national treasuries, and the Voivode Vissarion came to me as to one able and willing to carry out his wishes.  After confidential pour-parlers, he explained to me that his nation was in the throes of a great crisis.  As you perhaps know, the gallant little Nation in the Land of the Blue Mountains has had a strange history.  For more than a thousand years—ever since its settlement after the disaster of Rossoro—it had maintained its national independence under several forms of Government.  At first it had a King whose successors became so despotic that they were dethroned.  Then it was governed by its Voivodes, with the combining influence of a Vladika somewhat similar in power and function to the Prince-Bishops of Montenegro; afterwards by a Prince; or, as at present, by an irregular elective Council, influenced in a modified form by the Vladika, who was then supposed to exercise a purely spiritual function.  Such a Council in a small, poor nation did not have sufficient funds for armaments, which were not immediately and imperatively necessary; and therefore the Voivode Vissarion, who had vast estates in his own possession, and who was the present representative a family which of old had been leaders in the land, found it a duty to do on his own account that which the State could not do.  For security as to the loan which he wished to get, and which was indeed a vast one, he offered to sell me his whole estate if I would secure to him a right to repurchase it within a given time (a time which I may say has some time ago expired).  He made it a condition that the sale and agreement should remain a strict secret between us, as a widespread knowledge that his estate had changed hands would in all probability result in my death and his own at the hands of the mountaineers, who are beyond everything loyal, and were jealous to the last degree.  An attack by Turkey was feared, and new armaments were required; and the patriotic Voivode was sacrificing his own great fortune for the public good.  What a sacrifice this was he well knew, for in all discussions regarding a possible change in the Constitution of the Blue Mountains it was always taken for granted that if the principles of the Constitution should change to a more personal rule, his own family should be regarded as the Most Noble.  It had ever been on the side of freedom in olden time; before the establishment of the Council, or even during the rule of the Voivodes, the Vissarion had every now and again stood out against the King or challenged the Princedom.  The very name stood for freedom, for nationality, against foreign oppression; and the bold mountaineers were devoted to it, as in other free countries men follow the flag.

Such loyalty was a power and a help in the land, for it knew danger in every form; and anything which aided the cohesion of its integers was a natural asset.  On every side other powers, great and small, pressed the land, anxious to acquire its suzerainty by any means—fraud or force.  Greece, Turkey, Austria, Russia, Italy, France, had all tried in vain.  Russia, often hurled back, was waiting an opportunity to attack.  Austria and Greece, although united by no common purpose or design, were ready to throw in their forces with whomsoever might seem most likely to be victor.  Other Balkan States, too, were not lacking in desire to add the little territory of the Blue Mountains to their more ample possessions.  Albania, Dalmatia, Herzegovina, Servia, Bulgaria, looked with lustful eyes on the land, which was in itself a vast natural fortress, having close under its shelter perhaps the finest harbour between Gibraltar and the Dardanelles.

But the fierce, hardy mountaineers were unconquerable.  For centuries they had fought, with a fervour and fury that nothing could withstand or abate, attacks on their independence.  Time after time, century after century, they had opposed with dauntless front invading armies sent against them.  This unquenchable fire of freedom had had its effect.  One and all, the great Powers knew that to conquer that little nation would be no mean task, but rather that of a tireless giant.  Over and over again had they fought with units against hundreds, never ceasing until they had either wiped out their foes entirely or seen them retreat across the frontier in diminished numbers.

For many years past, however, the Land of the Blue Mountains had remained unassailable, for all the Powers and States had feared lest the others should unite against the one who should begin the attack.

At the time I speak of there was a feeling throughout the Blue Mountains—and, indeed, elsewhere—that Turkey was preparing for a war of offence.  The objective of her attack was not known anywhere, but here there was evidence that the Turkish “Bureau of Spies” was in active exercise towards their sturdy little neighbour.  To prepare for this, the Voivode Peter Vissarion approached me in order to obtain the necessary “sinews of war.”

The situation was complicated by the fact that the Elective Council was at present largely held together by the old Greek Church, which was the religion of the people, and which had had since the beginning its destinies linked in a large degree with theirs.  Thus it was possible that if a war should break out, it might easily become—whatever might have been its cause or beginnings—a war of creeds.  This in the Balkans must be largely one of races, the end of which no mind could diagnose or even guess at.

I had now for some time had knowledge of the country and its people, and had come to love them both.  The nobility of Vissarion’s self-sacrifice at once appealed to me, and I felt that I, too, should like to have a hand in the upholding of such a land and such a people.  They both deserved freedom.  When Vissarion handed me the completed deed of sale I was going to tear it up; but he somehow recognized my intention, and forestalled it.  He held up his hand arrestingly as he said:

“I recognize your purpose, and, believe me, I honour you for it from the very depths of my soul.  But, my friend, it must not be.  Our mountaineers are proud beyond belief.  Though they would allow me—who am one of themselves, and whose fathers have been in some way leaders and spokesmen amongst them for many centuries—to do all that is in my power to do—and what, each and all, they would be glad to do were the call to them—they would not accept aid from one outside themselves.  My good friend, they would resent it, and might show to you, who wish us all so well, active hostility, which might end in danger, or even death.  That was why, my friend, I asked to put a clause in our agreement, that I might have right to repurchase my estate, regarding which you would fain act so generously.”

Thus it is, my dear nephew Rupert, only son of my dear sister, that I hereby charge you solemnly as you value me—as you value yourself—as you value honour, that, should it ever become known that that noble Voivode, Peter Vissarion, imperilled himself for his country’s good, and if it be of danger or evil repute to him that even for such a purpose he sold his heritage, you shall at once and to the knowledge of the mountaineers—though not necessarily to others—reconvey to him or his heirs the freehold that he was willing to part with—and that he has de facto parted with by the effluxion of the time during which his right of repurchase existed.  This is a secret trust and duty which is between thee and me alone in the first instance; a duty which I have undertaken on behalf of my heirs, and which must be carried out, at whatsoever cost may ensue.  You must not take it that it is from any mistrust of you or belief that you will fail that I have taken another measure to insure that this my cherished idea is borne out.  Indeed, it is that the law may, in case of need—for no man can know what may happen after his own hand be taken from the plough—be complied with, that I have in another letter written for the guidance of others, directed that in case of any failure to carry out this trust—death or other—the direction become a clause or codicil to my Will.  But in the meantime I wish that this be kept a secret between us two.  To show you the full extent of my confidence, let me here tell you that the letter alluded to above is marked “C,” and directed to my solicitor and co-executor, Edward Bingham Trent, which is finally to be regarded as clause eleven of my Will.  To which end he has my instructions and also a copy of this letter, which is, in case of need, and that only, to be opened, and is to be a guide to my wishes as to the carrying out by you of the conditions on which you inherit.

And now, my dear nephew, let me change to another subject more dear to me—yourself.  When you read this I shall have passed away, so that I need not be hampered now by that reserve which I feel has grown upon me through a long and self-contained life.  Your mother was very dear to me.  As you know, she was twenty years younger than her youngest brother, who was two years younger than me.  So we were all young men when she was a baby, and, I need not say, a pet amongst us—almost like our own child to each of us, as well as our sister.  You knew her sweetness and high quality, so I need say nothing of these; but I should like you to understand that she was very dear to me.  When she and your father came to know and love each other I was far away, opening up a new branch of business in the interior of China, and it was not for several months that I got home news.  When I first heard of him they had already been married.  I was delighted to find that they were very happy.  They needed nothing that I could give.  When he died so suddenly I tried to comfort her, and all I had was at her disposal, did she want it.  She was a proud woman—though not with me.  She had come to understand that, though I seemed cold and hard (and perhaps was so generally), I was not so to her.  But she would not have help of any kind.  When I pressed her, she told me that she had enough for your keep and education and her own sustenance for the time she must still live; that your father and she had agreed that you should be brought up to a healthy and strenuous life rather than to one of luxury; and she thought that it would be better for the development of your character that you should learn to be self-reliant and to be content with what your dear father had left you.  She had always been a wise and thoughtful girl, and now all her wisdom and thought were for you, your father’s and her child.  When she spoke of you and your future, she said many things which I thought memorable.  One of them I remember to this day.  It was apropos of my saying that there is a danger of its own kind in extreme poverty.  A young man might know too much want.  She answered me: “True!  That is so!  But there is a danger that overrides it;” and after a time went on:

“It is better not to know wants than not to know want!”  I tell you, boy, that is a great truth, and I hope you will remember it for yourself as well as a part of the wisdom of your mother.  And here let me say something else which is a sort of corollary of that wise utterance:

I dare say you thought me very hard and unsympathetic that time I would not, as one of your trustees, agree to your transferring your little fortune to Miss MacKelpie.  I dare say you bear a grudge towards me about it up to this day.  Well, if you have any of that remaining, put it aside when you know the truth.  That request of yours was an unspeakable delight to me.  It was like your mother coming back from the dead.  That little letter of yours made me wish for the first time that I had a son—and that he should be like you.  I fell into a sort of reverie, thinking if I were yet too old to marry, so that a son might be with me in my declining years—if such were to ever be for me.  But I concluded that this might not be.  There was no woman whom I knew or had ever met with that I could love as your mother loved your father and as he loved her.  So I resigned myself to my fate.  I must go my lonely road on to the end.  And then came a ray of light into my darkness: there was you.  Though you might not feel like a son to me—I could not expect it when the memory of that sweet relationship was more worthily filled.  But I could feel like a father to you.  Nothing could prevent that or interfere with it, for I would keep it as my secret in the very holy of holies of my heart, where had been for thirty years the image of a sweet little child—your mother.  My boy, when in your future life you shall have happiness and honour and power, I hope you will sometimes give a thought to the lonely old man whose later years your very existence seemed to brighten.

The thought of your mother recalled me to my duty.  I had undertaken for her a sacred task: to carry out her wishes regarding her son.  I knew how she would have acted.  It might—would—have been to her a struggle of inclination and duty; and duty would have won.  And so I carried out my duty, though I tell you it was a harsh and bitter task to me at the time.  But I may tell you that I have since been glad when I think of the result.  I tried, as you may perhaps remember, to carry out your wishes in another way, but your letter put the difficulty of doing so so clearly before me that I had to give it up.  And let me tell you that that letter endeared you to me more than ever.

I need not tell you that thenceforth I followed your life very closely.  When you ran away to sea, I used in secret every part of the mechanism of commerce to find out what had become of you.  Then, until you had reached your majority, I had a constant watch kept upon you—not to interfere with you in any way, but so that I might be able to find you should need arise.  When in due course I heard of your first act on coming of age I was satisfied.  I had to know of the carrying out of your original intention towards Janet Mac Kelpie, for the securities had to be transferred.

From that time on I watched—of course through other eyes—your chief doings.  It would have been a pleasure to me to have been able to help in carrying out any hope or ambition of yours, but I realized that in the years intervening between your coming of age and the present moment you were fulfilling your ideas and ambitions in your own way, and, as I shall try to explain to you presently, my ambitions also.  You were of so adventurous a nature that even my own widely-spread machinery of acquiring information—what I may call my private “intelligence department”—was inadequate.  My machinery was fairly adequate for the East—in great part, at all events.  But you went North and South, and West also, and, in addition, you essayed realms where commerce and purely real affairs have no foothold—worlds of thought, of spiritual import, of psychic phenomena—speaking generally, of mysteries.  As now and again I was baffled in my inquiries, I had to enlarge my mechanism, and to this end started—not in my own name, of course—some new magazines devoted to certain branches of inquiry and adventure.  Should you ever care to know more of these things, Mr. Trent, in whose name the stock is left, will be delighted to give you all details.  Indeed, these stocks, like all else I have, shall be yours when the time comes, if you care to ask for them.  By means of The Journal of Adventure, The Magazine of Mystery, Occultism, Balloon and Aeroplane, The Submarine, Jungle and Pampas, The Ghost World, The Explorer, Forest and Island, Ocean and Creek, I was often kept informed when I should otherwise have been ignorant of your whereabouts and designs.  For instance, when you had disappeared into the Forest of the Incas, I got the first whisper of your strange adventures and discoveries in the buried cities of Eudori from a correspondent of The Journal of Adventure long before the details given in The Times of the rock-temple of the primeval savages, where only remained the little dragon serpents, whose giant ancestors were rudely sculptured on the sacrificial altar.  I well remember how I thrilled at even that meagre account of your going in alone into that veritable hell.  It was from Occultism that I learned how you had made a stay alone in the haunted catacombs of Elora, in the far recesses of the Himalayas, and of the fearful experiences which, when you came out shuddering and ghastly, overcame to almost epileptic fear those who had banded themselves together to go as far as the rock-cut approach to the hidden temple.

All such things I read with rejoicing.  You were shaping yourself for a wider and loftier adventure, which would crown more worthily your matured manhood.  When I read of you in a description of Mihask, in Madagascar, and the devil-worship there rarely held, I felt I had only to wait for your home-coming in order to broach the enterprise I had so long contemplated.  This was what I read:

“He is a man to whom no adventure is too wild or too daring.  His reckless bravery is a byword amongst many savage peoples and amongst many others not savages, whose fears are not of material things, but of the world of mysteries in and beyond the grave.  He dares not only wild animals and savage men; but has tackled African magic and Indian mysticism.  The Psychical Research Society has long exploited his deeds of valiance, and looked upon him as perhaps their most trusted agent or source of discovery.  He is in the very prime of life, of almost giant stature and strength, trained to the use of all arms of all countries, inured to every kind of hardship, subtle-minded and resourceful, understanding human nature from its elemental form up.  To say that he is fearless would be inadequate.  In a word, he is a man whose strength and daring fit him for any enterprise of any kind.  He would dare and do anything in the world or out of it, on the earth or under it, in the sea or—in the air, fearing nothing material or unseen, not man or ghost, nor God nor Devil.”

If you ever care to think of it, I carried that cutting in my pocket-book from that hour I read it till now.

Remember, again, I say, that I never interfered in the slightest way in any of your adventures.  I wanted you to “dree your own weird,” as the Scotch say; and I wanted to know of it—that was all.  Now, as I hold you fully equipped for greater enterprise, I want to set your feet on the road and to provide you with the most potent weapon—beyond personal qualities—for the winning of great honour—a gain, my dear nephew, which, I am right sure, does and will appeal to you as it has ever done to me.  I have worked for it for more than fifty years; but now that the time has come when the torch is slipping from my old hands, I look to you, my dearest kinsman, to lift it and carry it on.

The little nation of the Blue Mountains has from the first appealed to me.  It is poor and proud and brave.  Its people are well worth winning, and I would advise you to throw in your lot with them.  You may find them hard to win, for when peoples, like individuals, are poor and proud, these qualities are apt to react on each other to an endless degree.  These men are untamable, and no one can ever succeed with them unless he is with them in all-in-all, and is a leader recognized.  But if you can win them they are loyal to death.  If you are ambitious—and I know you are—there may be a field for you in such a country.  With your qualifications, fortified by the fortune which I am happy enough to be able to leave you, you may dare much and go far.  Should I be alive when you return from your exploration in Northern South America, I may have the happiness of helping you to this or any other ambition, and I shall deem it a privilege to share it with you; but time is going on.  I am in my seventy-second year . . . the years of man are three-score and ten—I suppose you understand; I do . . . Let me point out this: For ambitious projects the great nationalities are impossible to a stranger—and in our own we are limited by loyalty (and common-sense).  It is only in a small nation that great ambitions can be achieved.  If you share my own views and wishes, the Blue Mountains is your ground.  I hoped at one time that I might yet become a Voivode—even a great one.  But age has dulled my personal ambitions as it has cramped my powers.  I no longer dream of such honour for myself, though I do look on it as a possibility for you if you care for it.  Through my Will you will have a great position and a great estate, and though you may have to yield up the latter in accordance with my wish, as already expressed in this letter, the very doing so will give you an even greater hold than this possession in the hearts of the mountaineers, should they ever come to know it.  Should it be that at the time you inherit from me the Voivode Vissarion should not be alive, it may serve or aid you to know that in such case you would be absolved from any conditions of mine, though I trust you would in that, as in all other matters, hold obligation enforced by your own honour as to my wishes.  Therefore the matter stands thus: If Vissarion lives, you will relinquish the estates.  Should such not be the case, you will act as you believe that I would wish you to.  In either case the mountaineers should not know from you in any way of the secret contracts between Vissarion and myself.  Enlightenment of the many should (if ever) come from others than yourself.  And unless such take place, you would leave the estates without any quid pro quo whatever.  This you need not mind, for the fortune you will inherit will leave you free and able to purchase other estates in the Blue Mountains or elsewhere that you may select in the world.

If others attack, attack them, and quicker and harder than they can, if such be a possibility.  Should it ever be that you inherit the Castle of Vissarion on the Spear of Ivan, remember that I had it secretly fortified and armed against attack.  There are not only massive grilles, but doors of chilled bronze where such be needed.  My adherent Rooke, who has faithfully served me for nearly forty years, and has gone on my behalf on many perilous expeditions, will, I trust, serve you in the same way.  Treat him well for my sake, if not for your own.  I have left him provision for a life of ease; but he would rather take a part in dangerous enterprises.  He is silent as the grave and as bold as a lion.  He knows every detail of the fortification and of the secret means of defence.  A word in your ear—he was once a pirate.  He was then in his extreme youth, and long since changed his ways in this respect; but from this fact you can understand his nature.  You will find him useful should occasion ever arise.  Should you accept the conditions of my letter, you are to make the Blue Mountains—in part, at least—your home, living there a part of the year, if only for a week, as in England men of many estates share the time amongst them.  To this you are not bound, and no one shall have power to compel you or interfere with you.  I only express a hope.  But one thing I do more than hope—I desire, if you will honour my wishes, that, come what may, you are to keep your British nationality, unless by special arrangement with and consent of the Privy Council.  Such arrangement to be formally made by my friend, Edward Bingham Trent, or whomsoever he may appoint by deed or will to act in the matter, and made in such a way that no act save that alone of Parliament in all its estates, and endorsed by the King, may or can prevail against it.

My last word to you is, Be bold and honest, and fear not.  Most things—even kingship—somewhere may now and again be won by the sword.  A brave heart and a strong arm may go far.  But whatever is so won cannot be held merely by the sword.  Justice alone can hold in the long run.  Where men trust they will follow, and the rank and file of people want to follow, not to lead.  If it be your fortune to lead, be bold.  Be wary, if you will; exercise any other faculties that may aid or guard.  Shrink from nothing.  Avoid nothing that is honourable in itself.  Take responsibility when such presents itself.  What others shrink from, accept.  That is to be great in what world, little or big, you move.  Fear nothing, no matter of what kind danger may be or whence it come.  The only real way to meet danger is to despise it—except with your brains.  Meet it in the gate, not the hall.

My kinsman, the name of my race and your own, worthily mingled in your own person, now rests with you!

Letter from Rupert Sent Leger, 32 Bodmin Street, Victoria, S.W., to Miss Janet MacKelpie, Croom, Ross-shire.

January 3, 1907.

My dearest Aunt Janet,

You will, I know, be rejoiced to hear of the great good-fortune which has come to me through the Will of Uncle Roger.  Perhaps Sir Colin will have written to you, as he is one of the executors, and there is a bequest to you, so I must not spoil his pleasure of telling you of that part himself.  Unfortunately, I am not free to speak fully of my own legacy yet, but I want you to know that at worst I am to receive an amount many times more than I ever dreamt of possessing through any possible stroke of fortune.  So soon as I can leave London—where, of course, I must remain until things are settled—I am coming up to Croom to see you, and I hope I shall by then be able to let you know so much that you will be able to guess at the extraordinary change that has come to my circumstances.  It is all like an impossible dream: there is nothing like it in the “Arabian Nights.”  However, the details must wait, I am pledged to secrecy for the present.  And you must be pledged too.  You won’t mind, dear, will you?  What I want to do at present is merely to tell you of my own good-fortune, and that I shall be going presently to live for a while at Vissarion.  Won’t you come with me, Aunt Janet?  We shall talk more of this when I come to Croom; but I want you to keep the subject in your mind.

Your loving
Rupert.

From Rupert Sent Leger’s Journal.

January 4, 1907.

Things have been humming about me so fast that I have had hardly time to think.  But some of the things have been so important, and have so changed my entire outlook on life, that it may be well to keep some personal record of them.  I may some day want to remember some detail—perhaps the sequence of events, or something like that—and it may be useful.  It ought to be, if there is any justice in things, for it will be an awful swot to write it when I have so many things to think of now.  Aunt Janet, I suppose, will like to keep it locked up for me, as she does with all my journals and papers.  That is one good thing about Aunt Janet amongst many: she has no curiosity, or else she has some other quality which keeps her from prying as other women would.  It would seem that she has not so much as opened the cover of one of my journals ever in her life, and that she would not without my permission.  So this can in time go to her also.

I dined last night with Mr. Trent, by his special desire.  The dinner was in his own rooms.  Dinner sent in from the hotel.  He would not have any waiters at all, but made them send in the dinner all at once, and we helped ourselves.  As we were quite alone, we could talk freely, and we got over a lot of ground while we were dining.  He began to tell me about Uncle Roger.  I was glad of that, for, of course, I wanted to know all I could of him, and the fact was I had seen very little of him.  Of course, when I was a small kid he was often in our house, for he was very fond of mother, and she of him.  But I fancy that a small boy was rather a nuisance to him.  And then I was at school, and he was away in the East.  And then poor mother died while he was living in the Blue Mountains, and I never saw him again.  When I wrote to him about Aunt Janet he answered me very kindly but he was so very just in the matter that I got afraid of him.  And after that I ran away, and have been roaming ever since; so there was never a chance of our meeting.  But that letter of his has opened my eyes.  To think of him following me that way all over the world, waiting to hold out a helping hand if I should want it, I only wish I had known, or even suspected, the sort of man he was, and how he cared for me, and I would sometimes have come back to see him, if I had to come half round the world.  Well, all I can do now is to carry out his wishes; that will be my expiation for my neglect.  He knew what he wanted exactly, and I suppose I shall come in time to know it all and understand it, too.

I was thinking something like this when Mr. Trent began to talk, so that all he said fitted exactly into my own thought.  The two men were evidently great friends—I should have gathered that, anyhow, from the Will—and the letters—so I was not surprised when Mr. Trent told me that they had been to school together, Uncle Roger being a senior when he was a junior; and had then and ever after shared each other’s confidence.  Mr. Trent, I gathered, had from the very first been in love with my mother, even when she was a little girl; but he was poor and shy, and did not like to speak.  When he had made up his mind to do so, he found that she had by then met my father, and could not help seeing that they loved each other.  So he was silent.  He told me he had never said a word about it to anyone—not even to my Uncle Roger, though he knew from one thing and another, though he never spoke of it, that he would like it.  I could not help seeing that the dear old man regarded me in a sort of parental way—I have heard of such romantic attachments being transferred to the later generation.  I was not displeased with it; on the contrary, I liked him better for it.  I love my mother so much—I always think of her in the present—that I cannot think of her as dead.  There is a tie between anyone else who loved her and myself.  I tried to let Mr. Trent see that I liked him, and it pleased him so much that I could see his liking for me growing greater.  Before we parted he told me that he was going to give up business.  He must have understood how disappointed I was—for how could I ever get along at all without him?—for he said, as he laid a hand quite affectionately, I thought—on my shoulder:

“I shall have one client, though, whose business I always hope to keep, and for whom I shall be always whilst I live glad to act—if he will have me.”  I did not care to speak as I took his hand.  He squeezed mine, too, and said very earnestly:

“I served your uncle’s interests to the very best of my ability for nearly fifty years.  He had full confidence in me, and I was proud of his trust.  I can honestly say, Rupert—you won’t mind me using that familiarity, will you?—that, though the interests which I guarded were so vast that without abusing my trust I could often have used my knowledge to my personal advantage, I never once, in little matters or big, abused that trust—no, not even rubbed the bloom off it.  And now that he has remembered me in his Will so generously that I need work no more, it will be a very genuine pleasure and pride to me to carry out as well as I can the wishes that I partly knew, and now realize more fully towards you, his nephew.”

In the long chat which we had, and which lasted till midnight, he told me many very interesting things about Uncle Roger.  When, in the course of conversation, he mentioned that the fortune Uncle Roger left must be well over a hundred millions, I was so surprised that I said out loud—I did not mean to ask a question:

“How on earth could a man beginning with nothing realize such a gigantic fortune?”

“By all honest ways,” he answered, “and his clever human insight.  He knew one half of the world, and so kept abreast of all public and national movements that he knew the critical moment to advance money required.  He was always generous, and always on the side of freedom.  There are nations at this moment only now entering on the consolidation of their liberty, who owe all to him, who knew when and how to help.  No wonder that in some lands they will drink to his memory on great occasions as they used to drink his health.”

“As you and I shall do now, sir!” I said, as I filled my glass and stood up.  We drank it in bumpers.  We did not say a word, either of us; but the old gentleman held out his hand, and I took it.  And so, holding hands, we drank in silence.  It made me feel quite choky; and I could see that he, too, was moved.

From E. B. Trent’s Memoranda.

January 4, 1907.

I asked Mr. Rupert Sent Leger to dine with me at my office alone, as I wished to have a chat with him.  To-morrow Sir Colin and I will have a formal meeting with him for the settlement of affairs, but I thought it best to have an informal talk with him alone first, as I wished to tell him certain matters which will make our meeting to-morrow more productive of utility, as he can now have more full understanding of the subjects which we have to discuss.  Sir Colin is all that can be in manhood, and I could wish no better colleague in the executorship of this phenomenal Will; but he has not had the privilege of a lifelong friendship with the testator as I have had.  And as Rupert Sent Leger had to learn intimate details regarding his uncle, I could best make my confidences alone.  To-morrow we shall have plenty of formality.  I was delighted with Rupert.  He is just what I could have wished his mother’s boy to be—or a son of my own to be, had I had the good-fortune to have been a father.  But this is not for me.  I remember long, long ago reading a passage in Lamb’s Essays which hangs in my mind: “The children of Alice call Bartrum father.”  Some of my old friends would laugh to see me write this, but these memoranda are for my eyes alone, and no one shall see them till after my death, unless by my own permission.  The boy takes some qualities after his father; he has a daring that is disturbing to an old dryasdust lawyer like me.  But somehow I like him more than I ever liked anyone—any man—in my life—more even than his uncle, my old friend, Roger Melton; and Lord knows I had much cause to like him.  I have more than ever now.  It was quite delightful to see the way the young adventurer was touched by his uncle’s thought of him.  He is a truly gallant fellow, but venturesome exploits have not affected the goodness of heart.  It is a pleasure to me to think that Roger and Colin came together apropos of the boy’s thoughtful generosity towards Miss MacKelpie.  The old soldier will be a good friend to him, or I am much mistaken.  With an old lawyer like me, and an old soldier like him, and a real old gentlewoman like Miss MacKelpie, who loves the very ground he walks on, to look after him, together with all his own fine qualities and his marvellous experience of the world, and the gigantic wealth that will surely be his, that young man will go far.

Letter from Rupert Sent Leger to Miss Janet MacKelpie, Croom.

January 5, 1907.

My dearest Aunt Janet,

It is all over—the first stage of it; and that is as far as I can get at present.  I shall have to wait for a few days—or it may be weeks—in London for the doing of certain things now necessitated by my acceptance of Uncle Roger’s bequest.  But as soon as I can, dear, I shall come down to Croom and spend with you as many days as possible.  I shall then tell you all I am at liberty to tell, and I shall thank you personally for your consent to come with me to Vissarion.  Oh, how I wish my dear mother had lived to be with us!  It would have made her happy, I know, to have come; and then we three who shared together the old dear, hard days would have shared in the same way the new splendour.  I would try to show all my love and gratitude to you both . . . You must take the whole burden of it now, dear, for you and I are alone.  No, not alone, as we used to be, for I have now two old friends who are already dear to me.  One is so to you already.  Sir Colin is simply splendid, and so, in his own way, is Mr. Trent.  I am lucky, Aunt Janet, to have two such men to think of affairs for me.  Am I not?  I shall send you a wire as soon as ever I can see my way to get through my work; and I want you to think over all the things you ever wished for in your life, so that I may—if there is any mortal way of doing so—get them for you.  You will not stand in the way of my having this great pleasure, will you, dear?  Good-bye.

Your loving
Rupert.

E. B. Trent’s Memoranda.

January 6, 1907.

The formal meeting of Sir Colin and myself with Rupert Sent Leger went off quite satisfactorily.  From what he had said yesterday, and again last night, I had almost come to expect an unreserved acceptance of everything stated or implied in Roger Melton’s Will; but when we had sat round the table—this appeared, by the way, to be a formality for which we were all prepared, for we sat down as if by instinct—the very first words he said were:

“As I suppose I must go through this formality, I may as well say at once that I accept every possible condition which was in the mind of Uncle Roger; and to this end I am prepared to sign, seal, and deliver—or whatever is the ritual—whatever document you, sir”—turning to me—“may think necessary or advisable, and of which you both approve.”  He stood up and walked about the room for a few moments, Sir Colin and I sitting quite still, silent.  He came back to his seat, and after a few seconds of nervousness—a rare thing with him, I fancy—said: “I hope you both understand—of course, I know you do; I only speak because this is an occasion for formality—that I am willing to accept, and at once!  I do so, believe me, not to get possession of this vast fortune, but because of him who has given it.  The man who was fond of me, and who trusted me, and yet had strength to keep his own feelings in check—who followed me in spirit to far lands and desperate adventures, and who, though he might be across the world from me, was ready to put out a hand to save or help me, was no common man; and his care of my mother’s son meant no common love for my dear mother.  And so she and I together accept his trust, come of it what may.  I have been thinking it over all night, and all the time I could not get out of the idea that mother was somewhere near me.  The only thought that could debar me from doing as I wished to do—and intend to do—would be that she would not approve.  Now that I am satisfied she would approve, I accept.  Whatever may result or happen, I shall go on following the course that he has set for me.  So help me, God!”  Sir Colin stood up, and I must say a more martial figure I never saw.  He was in full uniform, for he was going on to the King’s levee after our business.  He drew his sword from the scabbard and laid it naked on the table before Rupert, and said:

“You are going, sir, into a strange and danger country—I have been reading about it since we met—and you will be largely alone amongst fierce mountaineers who resent the very presence of a stranger, and to whom you are, and must be, one.  If you should ever be in any trouble and want a man to stand back to back with you, I hope you will give me the honour!”  As he said this pointed to his sword.  Rupert and I were also standing now—one cannot sit down in the presence of such an act as that.  “You are, I am proud to say, allied with my family: and I only wish to God it was closer to myself.”  Rupert took him by the hand and bent his head before him as answered:

“The honour is mine, Sir Colin; and no greater can come to any man than that which you have just done me.  The best way I can show how I value it will be to call on you if I am ever in such a tight place.  By Jove, sir, this is history repeating itself.  Aunt Janet used to tell me when I was a youngster how MacKelpie of Croom laid his sword before Prince Charlie.  I hope I may tell her of this; it would make her so proud and happy.  Don’t imagine, sir, that I am thinking myself a Charles Edward.  It is only that Aunt Janet is so good to me that I might well think I was.”

Sir Colin bowed grandly:

“Rupert Sent Leger, my dear niece is a woman of great discretion and discernment.  And, moreover, I am thinking she has in her some of the gift of Second Sight that has been a heritage of our blood.  And I am one with my niece—in everything!”  The whole thing was quite regal in manner; it seemed to take me back to the days of the Pretender.

It was not, however, a time for sentiment, but for action—we had met regarding the future, not the past; so I produced the short document I had already prepared.  On the strength of his steadfast declaration that he would accept the terms of the Will and the secret letters, I had got ready a formal acceptance.  When I had once again formally asked Mr. Sent Leger’s wishes, and he had declared his wish to accept, I got in a couple of my clerks as witnesses.

Then, having again asked him in their presence if it was his wish to declare acceptance of the conditions, the document was signed and witnessed, Sir Colin and I both appending our signatures to the Attestation.

And so the first stage of Rupert Sent Leger’s inheritance is completed.  The next step will not have to be undertaken on my part until the expiration of six months from his entry on his estate at Vissarion.  As he announces his intention of going within a fortnight, this will mean practically a little over six months from now.