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d to round off the picture of the future which he was constructing in his mind with a reel or two showing himself brooding in a cell。 After all； what difference did it make to a man of spacious tastes whether he languished for the rest of his life in a jail or on a farm in the country？ Jail； indeed； was almost preferable。 You knew where you were when you were in prison。 They didn't spring things on you。 Whereas life on a farm was nothing but one long succession of things sprung on you。 Now that Lord Dawlish had gone； he supposed that Elizabeth would make him help her with the bees again。 At this thought he groaned aloud。 When he contemplated a lifetime at Flack's； a lifetime of bee…dodging and carpet…beating and water…lugging； and reflected that； but for a few innocent wordswords spoken； mark you； in a pure spirit of kindliness and brotherly love with the object of putting a bit of optimistic pep into sister！he might have been in a position to touch a millionaire brother…in…law for the needful whenever he felt disposed； the iron entered into Nutty's soul。 A rotten； rotten world！
Nutty had the sort of mind that moves in circles。 After contemplating for a time the rottenness of the world； he came back to the point from which he had started。
'I can't understand it；' he said。 'I can't believe it。'
He kicked a small pebble that lay convenient to his foot。
'You say you sent him away。 If he had legged it on his own account； because of what he heard me say； I could understand that。 But why should you'
It became evident to Elizabeth that； until some explanation of this point was offered to him； Nutty would drift about in her vicinity； moaning and shuffling his feet indefinitely。
'I sent him away because I loved him；' she said； 'and because； after what had happened； he could never be certain that I loved him。 Can you understand that？'
'No；' said Nutty； frankly； 'I'm darned if I can！ It sounds loony to me。'
'You can't see that it wouldn't have been fair to him to marry him？'
'No。'
The doubts which she was trying to crush increased the violence of their attack。 It was not that she respected Nutty's judgement in itself。 It was that his view of what she had done chimed in so neatly with her own。 She longed for someone to tell her that she had done right： someone who would bring back that feeling of certainty which she had had during her talk with Bill。 And in these circumstances Nutty's attitude had more weight than on its merits it deserved。 She wished she could cry。 She had a feeling that if she once did that the right outlook would e back to her。
Nutty； meanwhile； had found another pebble and was kicking it sombrely。 He was beginning to perceive something of the intricate and unfathomable workings of the feminine mind。 He had always looked on Elizabeth as an ordinary good fellow； a girl whose mind worked in a more or less understandable way。 She was not one of those hysterical women you read about in the works of the novelists； she was just a regular girl。 And yet now； at the one moment of her life when everything depended on her acting sensibly； she had behaved in a way that made his head swim when he thought of it。 What it amounted to was that you simply couldn't understand women。
Into this tangle of silent sorrow came a hooting automobile。 It drew up at the gate and a man jumped out。
24
The man who had alighted from the automobile was young and cheerful。 He wore a flannel suit of a gay blue and a straw hat with a coloured ribbon； and he looked upon a world which； his manner seemed to indicate； had been constructed according to his own specifications through a single eyeglass。 When he spoke it became plain that his nationality was English。
Nutty regarded his beaming countenance with a lowering hostility。 The indecency of anyone being cheerful at such a time struck him forcibly。 He would have liked mankind to have preserved till further notice a hushed gloom。 He glared at the young man。
Elizabeth； such was her absorption in her thoughts； was not even aware of his presence till he spoke to her。
'I beg your pardon； is this Flack's？'
She looked up and met that sunny eyeglass。
'This is Flack's；' she said。
'Thank you；' said the young man。
The automobile； a stout； silent man at the helm； throbbed in the nervous way automobiles have when standing still； suggesting somehow that it were best to talk quick； as they can give you only a few minutes before dashing on to keep some other appointment。 Either this or a natural volatility lent a breezy rapidity to the visitor's speech。 He looked at Elizabeth across the gate； which it had not occurred to her to open； as if she were just what he had expected her to be and a delight to his eyes； and burst into speech。
'My name's NicholsJ。 Nichols。 I expect you remember getting a letter from me a week or two ago？'
The name struck Elizabeth as familiar。 But he had gone on to identify himself before she could place it in her mind。
'Lawyer； don't you know。 Wrote you a letter telling you that your Uncle Ira Nutbe had left all his money to Lord Dawlish。'
'Oh； yes；' said Elizabeth； and was about to invite him to pass the barrier； when he began to speak again。
'You know； I want to explain that letter。 Wrote it on a sudden impulse； don't you know。 The more I have to do with the law； the more it seems to hit me that a lawyer oughtn't to act on impulse。 At the moment； you see； it seemed to me the decent thing to doput you out of your misery； and so forthstop your entertaining hopes never to be realized； what？ and all that sort of thing。 You see； it was like this： BillI mean Lord Dawlishis a great pal of mine； a dear old chap。 You ought to know him。 Well； being in the know； you understand； through your uncle having deposited the will with us； I gave Bill the tip directly I heard of Mr Nutbe's death。 I sent him a telephone message to e to the office； and I said： 〃Bill； old man； this old buster〃I beg your pardon； this old gentleman〃has left you all his money。〃 Quite informal； don't you know； and at the same time； in the same informal spirit； I wrote you the letter。' He dammed the torrent for a moment。 'By the way； of course you are Miss Elizabeth Boyd； what？'
'Yes。'
The young man seemed relieved。
'I'm glad of that；' he said。 'Funny if you hadn't been。 You'd have wondered what on earth I was talking about。'
In spite of her identity； this was precisely what Elizabeth was doing。 Her mind； still under a cloud； had been unable to understand one word of Mr Nichols's discourse。 Judging from his appearance； which was that of a bewildered hosepipe or a snake whose brain is being momentarily overtaxed； Nutty was in the same difficulty。 He had joined the group at the gate； abandoning the pebble which he had been kicking in the background； and was now leaning on the top bar； a picture of silent perplexity。
'You see； the trouble is；' resumed the young man； 'my governor； who's the head of the firm； is all for doing things according to precedent。 He loves red tapewears it wrapped round him in winter instead of flannel。 He's all for doing things in the proper legal way； which； as I dare say you know； takes months。 And； meanwhile； everybody's wondering what's happening and who has got the money； and so on and so forth。 I thought I would skip all that and let you know right away exactly where you stood； so I wrote you that letter。 I don't think my temperament's quite suited to the law； don't you know； and if he ever hears that I wrote you that letter I have a notion that the governor will think so too。 So I came over here to ask you； if you don't mind； not to mention it when you get in touch with the governor。 I frankly admit that that letter； written with the best intentions； was a bloomer。'
With which manly admission the young man paused； and allowed the rays of his eyeglass to play upon Elizabeth in silence。 Elizabeth tried to piece together what little she understood of his monologue。
'You mean that you want me not to tell your father that I got a letter from you？'
'Exactly that。 And thanks very much for not saying 〃without prejudice；〃 or anything of that kind。 The governor would have。'
'But I don't understand。 Why should you think that I should ever mention anything to your father？'
'Might slip out； you know； without your meaning it。'
'But when？ I shall never meet your father。'
'You might quite easily。 He might want to see you about the money。'
'The money？'
The eyebrow above the eyeglass rose； surprised。
'Haven't you had a letter from the governor？'
'No。'
The young man made a despairing gesture。
'I took it for granted that it had e on the same boat that I did。 There you have the governor's methods！ Couldn't want a better example。 I suppose some legal formality or other has cropped up and laid him a stymie； and he's waiting to get round it。 You really mean he hasn't written？
'Why； dash it；' said the young man； as one to whom all is revealed； 'then you can't have understood a word of what I've been saying！'
For the first time Elizabeth found herself capable of smiling。 She liked this incoherent young man。
'I haven't；' she said。
'You don't know about the will？'
'Only what you told me in your letter。'
'Well； I'm hanged！ Tell meI hadn't the honour of knowing him personallywas the late Mr Nutbe's whole life as eccentric as his will…making？ It seems to me'
Nutty spoke。
'Uncle Ira's middle name；' he said； 'was Bloomingdale。 That；' he proceeded； bitterly； 'is the frightful injustice of it all。 I had to suffer from it right along； and all I get； when it es to a finish； is a miserable hundred dollars。 Uncle Ira insisted on father and mother calling me Nutbe； and whenever he got a new craze I was always the one he worked it off on。 You remember the time he became a vegetarian； Elizabeth？ Gosh！' Nutty brooded coldly on the past。 'You remember the time he had it all worked out that the end of the world was to e at five in the morning one February？ Made me stop up all night with him； reading Marcus Aurelius！ And the steam…heat turned off at twelve…thirty！ I could tell you a dozen things just as bad as that。 He always picked on me。 And now I've gone through it all he leaves me a hundred dollars！'
Mr Nichols nodded sympathetically。
'I should have imagined that he was rather like that。 You know； of course； why he made that will I wrote to you about； leaving all his money to Bill Dawlish？ Simply because Bill； who met him golfing at a place in Cornwall in the off season； cured him of slicing his approach…shots！ I give you my word that was the only reason。 I'm sorry for old Bill； poor old chap。 Such a good sort！'
'He's all right；' said Nutty。 'But why you should be sorry for him gets past me。 A fellow who gets five million'
'But he doesn't； don't you see？'
'How do you mean？'
'Why； this other will puts him out of the running。'
'Which other will？'
'Why； the one I'm telling you about。'
He looked from one to the other； apparently astonished at their slowness of understanding。 Then an idea occurred to him。
'Why； now that I think of it； I never told you； did I？ Yes； your uncle made another will at the very last moment； leaving all he possessed to Miss Boyd。'
The dead silence in which his words were received stimulated him to further speech。 It occurred to him that； after that letter of his； perhaps these people were wary about believing anything he said。
'It's absolutely true。 It's the real； stable information this time。 I had it direct from the governor； who was there when he made the will。 He and the governor had had a row about something； you know； and they made it up during those last days； andWell； apparently your uncle thought he had better celebrate it somehow； so he made a new will。 From what little I know of him； that was the way he celebrated most things。 I took it for granted the governor would have written to you by this time。 I expect you'll hear by the next mail。 You see； what brought me over was the idea that when he wrote you might possibly take it into your heads to mention having heard from me。 You don't know my governor。 If he found out I had done that I should never hear the last of it。 So I said to him： 〃Gov'nor； I'm feeling a bit jaded。 Been working too hard； or somethi