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until you're dead. They want the money when they're young, not when they're middle-aged. In the same way, when my daughter Rosamund insisted on marrying a poor man, I settled a big sum of money on her. That sum passed to him at her death. So, you see, that simplified the matter from the financial angle.”
“I see, Mr Jefferson,” said Superintendent Harper.
But there was a certain reserve in his tone. Conway Jefferson pounced upon it. “But you don't agree, eh?”
“It's not for me to say, sir, but families, in my experience, don't always act reasonable.”
“I dare say you're right, superintendent, but you must remember that Mr Gaskell and Mrs Jefferson aren't, strictly speaking, my family. They're not blood relations.”
“That, of course, makes a difference,” admitted the superintendent. For a moment Conway Jefferson's eyes twinkled.
He said, “That's not to say that they didn't think me an old fool. That would be the average person's reaction. But I wasn't being a fool! I know character. With education and polishing Ruby Keene could have taken her place anywhere.”
Melchett said, “I'm afraid we're being rather impertinent and inquisitive, but it's important that we should get at all the facts. You proposed to make full provision for the girl that is, settle money upon her but you hadn't already done so?”
Jefferson said, “I understand what you're driving at - the possibility of someone's benefiting by the girl's death. But nobody could. The necessary formalities for legal adoption were under way, but they hadn't yet been completed.”
Melchett said slowly, “Then, if anything happened to you?” He left the sentence unfinished, as a query. Conway Jefferson was quick to respond.
“Nothing's likely to happen to me! I'm a cripple, but I'm not an invalid. Although doctors do like to pull long faces and give advice about not overdoing things. Not overdoing things! I'm as strong as a horse! Still, I'm quite aware of the fatalities of life. I've good reason to be! Sudden death comes to the strongest man especially in these days of road casualties. But I'd provided for that. I made a new will about ten days ago.”
“Yes?” Superintendent Harper leaned forward.
“I left the sum of fifty thousand pounds to be held in trust for Ruby Keene until she was twenty-five, when she would come into the principal.”
Superintendent Harper's eyes opened. So did Colonel Melchett's.
Harper said in an almost awed voice, “That's a very large sum of money, Mr Jefferson.”
“In these days, yes, it is.”
“And you were leaving it to a girl you had only known a few weeks?”
Anger flashed into the vivid blue eyes. “Must I go on repeating the same thing over and over again? I've no flesh and blood of my own - no nieces or nephews or distant cousins, even! I might have left it to charity. I prefer to leave it to an individual.” He laughed. “Cinderella turned into a princess overnight! A fairy godfather instead of a fairy godmother. Why not? It's my money. I made it.”
Colonel Melchett asked, “Any other bequests?”
“A small legacy to Edwards, my valet, and the remainder to Mark and Addie in equal shares.”
“Would - excuse me - the residue amount to a large sum?”
“Probably not. It's difficult to say exactly; investments fluctuate all the time. The sum involved, after death duties and expenses had been paid, would probably have come to something between five and ten thousand pounds net.”
“I see.”
“And you needn't think I was treating them shabbily. As I said, I divided up my estate at the time my children married. I left myself, actually, a very small sum. But after - after the tragedy -1 wanted something to occupy my mind. I flung myself into business. At my house in London I had a private line put in, connecting my bedroom with my office. I worked hard; it helped me not to think, and it made me feel that my - my mutilation had not vanquished me. I threw myself into work -” his
“I see, Mr Jefferson,” said Superintendent Harper.
But there was a certain reserve in his tone. Conway Jefferson pounced upon it. “But you don't agree, eh?”
“It's not for me to say, sir, but families, in my experience, don't always act reasonable.”
“I dare say you're right, superintendent, but you must remember that Mr Gaskell and Mrs Jefferson aren't, strictly speaking, my family. They're not blood relations.”
“That, of course, makes a difference,” admitted the superintendent. For a moment Conway Jefferson's eyes twinkled.
He said, “That's not to say that they didn't think me an old fool. That would be the average person's reaction. But I wasn't being a fool! I know character. With education and polishing Ruby Keene could have taken her place anywhere.”
Melchett said, “I'm afraid we're being rather impertinent and inquisitive, but it's important that we should get at all the facts. You proposed to make full provision for the girl that is, settle money upon her but you hadn't already done so?”
Jefferson said, “I understand what you're driving at - the possibility of someone's benefiting by the girl's death. But nobody could. The necessary formalities for legal adoption were under way, but they hadn't yet been completed.”
Melchett said slowly, “Then, if anything happened to you?” He left the sentence unfinished, as a query. Conway Jefferson was quick to respond.
“Nothing's likely to happen to me! I'm a cripple, but I'm not an invalid. Although doctors do like to pull long faces and give advice about not overdoing things. Not overdoing things! I'm as strong as a horse! Still, I'm quite aware of the fatalities of life. I've good reason to be! Sudden death comes to the strongest man especially in these days of road casualties. But I'd provided for that. I made a new will about ten days ago.”
“Yes?” Superintendent Harper leaned forward.
“I left the sum of fifty thousand pounds to be held in trust for Ruby Keene until she was twenty-five, when she would come into the principal.”
Superintendent Harper's eyes opened. So did Colonel Melchett's.
Harper said in an almost awed voice, “That's a very large sum of money, Mr Jefferson.”
“In these days, yes, it is.”
“And you were leaving it to a girl you had only known a few weeks?”
Anger flashed into the vivid blue eyes. “Must I go on repeating the same thing over and over again? I've no flesh and blood of my own - no nieces or nephews or distant cousins, even! I might have left it to charity. I prefer to leave it to an individual.” He laughed. “Cinderella turned into a princess overnight! A fairy godfather instead of a fairy godmother. Why not? It's my money. I made it.”
Colonel Melchett asked, “Any other bequests?”
“A small legacy to Edwards, my valet, and the remainder to Mark and Addie in equal shares.”
“Would - excuse me - the residue amount to a large sum?”
“Probably not. It's difficult to say exactly; investments fluctuate all the time. The sum involved, after death duties and expenses had been paid, would probably have come to something between five and ten thousand pounds net.”
“I see.”
“And you needn't think I was treating them shabbily. As I said, I divided up my estate at the time my children married. I left myself, actually, a very small sum. But after - after the tragedy -1 wanted something to occupy my mind. I flung myself into business. At my house in London I had a private line put in, connecting my bedroom with my office. I worked hard; it helped me not to think, and it made me feel that my - my mutilation had not vanquished me. I threw myself into work -” his
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