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mer。 You can stay with me till the fall； and then I can easily get you a good job in New York。 I have some pull these days； believe me。 Not that you'll need my help。 The managers have only got to see you and they'll all want you。 I showed one of them that photograph you gave me； and he went up in the air。 They pay twice as big salaries over here； you know； as in England； so e by the next boat。
Claire； darling； you must e。 I'm wretched。 Algie has got my goat the worst way。 If you don't know what that means it means that he's behaving like a perfect pig。 I hardly know where to begin。 Well； it was this way： directly I made my hit my press agent； a real bright man named Sherriff； got busy； of course。 Interviews； you know； and Advice to Young Girls in the evening papers； and How I preserve my beauty； and all that sort of thing。 Well； one thing he made me do was to buy a snake and a monkey。 Roscoe Sherriff is crazy about animals as aids to advertisement。 He says an animal story is the thing he does best。 So I bought them。
Algie kicked from the first。 I ought to tell you that since we left England he has taken up painting footling little pictures； and has got the artistic temperament badly。 All his life he's been starting some new fool thing。 When I first met him he prided himself on having the finest collection of photographs of race…horses in England。 Then he got a craze for model engines。 After that he used to work the piano player till I nearly went crazy。 And now it's pictures。
I don't mind his painting。 It gives him something to do and keeps him out of mischief。 He has a studio down in Washington Square； and is perfectly happy messing about there all day。
Everything would be fine if he didn't think it necessary to tack on the artistic temperament to his painting。 He's developed the idea that he has nerves and everything upsets them。
Things came to a head this morning at breakfast。 Clarence； my snake； has the cutest way of climbing up the leg of the table and looking at you pleadingly in the hope that you will give him soft…boiled egg； which he adores。 He did it this morning； and no sooner had his head appeared above the table than Algie； with a kind of sharp wail； struck him a violent blow on the nose with a teaspoon。 Then he turned to me； very pale； and said： 'Pauline； this must end！ The time has e to speak up。 A nervous； highly…strung man like myself should not； and must not； be called upon to live in a house where he is constantly meeting snakes and monkeys without warning。 Choose between me and'
We had got as far as this when Eustace； the monkey； who I didn't know was in the room at all； suddenly sprang on to his back。 He is very fond of Algie。
Would you believe it？ Algie walked straight out of the house； still holding the teaspoon； and has not returned。 Later in the day he called me up on the phone and said that； though he realized that a man's place was the home； he declined to cross the threshold again until I had got rid of Eustace and Clarence。 I tried to reason with him。 I told him that he ought to think himself lucky it wasn't anything worse than a monkey and a snake； for the last person Roscoe Sherriff handled； an emotional actress named Devenish； had to keep a young puma。 But he wouldn't listen； and the end of it was that he rang off and I have not seen or heard of him since。
I am broken…hearted。 I won't give in； but I am having an awful time。 So； dearest Claire； do e over and help me。 If you could possibly sail by the _Atlantic_； leaving Southampton on the twenty…fourth of this month； you would meet a friend of mine whom I think you would like。 His name is Dudley Pickering； and he made a fortune in automobiles。 I expect you have heard of the Pickering automobiles？
Darling Claire； do e； or I know I shall weaken and yield to Algie's outrageous demands； for； though I would like to hit him with a brick； I love him dearly。
Your affectionate POLLY WETHERBY
Claire sank back against the cushioned seat and her eyes filled with tears of disappointment。 Of all the things which would have chimed in with her discontented mood at that moment a sudden flight to America was the most alluring。 Only one consideration held her backshe had not the money for her fare。
Polly might have thought of that； she reflected； bitterly。 She took the letter up again and saw that on the last page there was a postscript
PS。I don't know how you are fixed for money； old girl； but if things are the same with you as in the old days you can't be rolling。 So I have paid for a passage for you with the liner people this side； and they have cabled their English office； so you can sail whenever you want to。 e right over。
An hour later the manager of the Southampton branch of the White Star Line was dazzled by an apparition； a beautiful girl who burst in upon him with flushed face and shining eyes； demanding a berth on the steamship _Atlantic_ and talking about a Lady Wetherby。 Ten minutes later； her passage secured； Claire was walking to the local theatre to inform those in charge of the destinies of The Girl and the Artist number one pany that they must look elsewhere for a substitute for Miss Claudia Winslow。 Then she went back to her hotel to write a letter home； notifying her mother of her plans。
She looked at her watch。 It was six o'clock。 Back in West Kensington a rich smell of dinner would be floating through the flat； the cook； watching the boiling cabbage； would be singing A Few More Years Shall Roll； her mother would be sighing； and her little brother Percy would be employed upon some juvenile deviltry； the exact nature of which it was not possible to conjecture； though one could be certain that it would be something involving a deafening noise。
Claire smiled a happy smile。
4
The offices of Messrs Nichols； Nichols； Nichols； and Nichols were in Lincoln's Inn Fields。 The first Nichols had been dead since the reign of King William the Fourth； the second since the jubilee year of Queen Victoria。 The remaining brace were Lord Dawlish's friend Jerry and his father； a formidable old man who knew all the shady secrets of all the noble families in England。
Bill walked up the stairs and was shown into the room where Jerry； when his father's eye was upon him； gave his daily imitation of a young man labouring with diligence and enthusiasm at the law。 His father being at the moment out at lunch； the junior partner was practising putts with an umbrella and a ball of paper。
Jerry Nichols was not the typical lawyer。 At Cambridge； where Bill had first made his acquaintance； he had been notable for an exuberance of which Lincoln's Inn Fields had not yet cured him。 There was an airy disregard for legal formalities about him which exasperated his father； an attorney of the old school。 He came to the point； directly Bill entered the room； with a speed and levity that would have appalled Nichols Senior； and must have caused the other two Nicholses to revolve in their graves。
'Halloa； Bill； old man；' he said； prodding him amiably in the waistcoat with the ferrule of the umbrella。 'How's the boy？ Fine！ So'm I。 So you got my message？ Wonderful invention； the telephone。'
'I've just e from the club。'
'Take a chair。'
'What's the matter？'
Jerry Nichols thrust Bill into a chair and seated himself on the table。
'Now look here； Bill；' he said； 'this isn't the way we usually do this sort of thing； and if the governor were here he would spend an hour and a half rambling on about testators and beneficiary legatees； and parties of the first part； and all that sort of rot。 But as he isn't here I want to know； as one pal to another； what you've been doing to an old buster of the name of Nutbe。'
'Nutbe？'
'Nutbe。'
'Not Ira Nutbe？'
'Ira J。 Nutbe； formerly of Chicago； later of London； now a disembodied spirit。'
'Is he dead？'
'Yes。 And he's left you something like a million pounds。'
Lord Dawlish looked at his watch。
'Joking apart； Jerry； old man；' he said； 'what did you ask me to e here for？ The mittee expects me to spend some of my time at the club； and if I hang about here all the afternoon I shall lose my job。 Besides； I've got to get back to ask them for'
Jerry Nichols clutched his forehead with both hands； raised both hands to heaven； and then； as if despairing of calming himself by these means； picked up a paper…weight from the desk and hurled it at a portrait of the founder of the firm； which hung over the mantelpiece。 He got down from the table and crossed the room to inspect the ruins。
Then； having taken a pair of scissors and cut the cord； he allowed the portrait to fall to the floor。
He rang the bell。 The prematurely…aged office…boy； who was undoubtedly destined to bee a member of the firm some day； answered the ring。
'Perkins。'
'Yes； sir？'
'Inspect yonder _soufflee_。'
'Yes； sir。'
'You have observed it？'
'Yes； sir。'
'You are wondering how it got there？'
'Yes； sir。'
'I will tell you。 You and I were in here； discussing certain legal minutiae in the interests of the firm； when it suddenly fell。 We both saw it and were very much surprised and startled。 I soothed your nervous system by giving you this half…crown。 The whole incident was very painful。 Can you remember all this to tell my father when he es in？ I shall be out lunching then。'
'Yes； sir。'
'An admirable lad that；' said Jerry Nichols as the door closed。 'He has been here two years； and I have never heard him say anything except 〃Yes； sir。〃 He will go far。 Well； now that I am calmer let us return to your little matter。 Honestly； Bill； you make me sick。 When I contemplate you the iron enters my soul。 You stand there talking about your tuppenny…ha'penny job as if it mattered a cent whether you kept it or not。 Can't you understand plain English？ Can't you realize that you can buy Brown's and turn it into a moving…picture house if you like？ You're a millionaire！'
Bill's face expressed no emotion whatsoever。 Outwardly he appeared unmoved。 Inwardly he was a riot of bewilderment； incapable of speech。 He stared at Jerry dumbly。
'We've got the will in the old oak chest；' went on Jerry Nichols。 'I won't show it to you； partly because the governor has got the key and he would have a fit if he knew that I was giving you early information like this； and partly because you wouldn't understand it。 It is full of 〃whereases〃 and 〃peradventures〃 and 〃heretofores〃 and similar swank； and there aren't any stops in it。 It takes the legal mind； like mine； to tackle wills。 What it says； when you've peeled off a few of the long words which they put in to make it more interesting； is that old Nutbe leaves you the money because you are the only man who ever did him a disinterested kindnessand what I want to get out of you is； what was the disinterested kindness？ Because I'm going straight out to do it to every elderly； rich…looking man I can find till I pick a winner。'
Lord Dawlish found speech。
'Jerry； is this really true？'
'Gospel。'
'You aren't pulling my leg？'
'Pulling your leg？ Of course I'm not pulling your leg。 What do you take me for？ I'm a dry； hard…headed lawyer。 The firm of Nichols； Nichols； Nichols； and Nichols doesn't go about pulling people's legs！'
'Good Lord！'
'It appears from the will that you worked this disinterested gag； whatever it was； at Marvis Bay no longer ago than last year。 Wherein you showed a lot of sense； for Ira J。； having altered his will in your favour； apparently had no time before he died to alter it again in somebody else's； which he would most certainly have done if he had lived long enough； for his chief recreation seems to have been making his will。 To my certain knowledge he has made three in the last two years。 I've seen them。 He was one of those confirmed will…makers。 He got the habit at an early age； and was never able to shake it off。 Do you remember anything about the man？'
'It isn't possible！'
'Anything's possible with a man cracked enough to make freak wills and not cracked enough to have them disputed on the ground of insanity。 What did you do to him at Marvis Bay？ Save him from drowning？'
'I cured him of slicing。'
'You did what？'
'He used to slice his approach shots。 I cured him。'
'The thing begins to hang together。 A certain plausibility c