'Well, the old joker has pinned them, and no mistake. I
thought he had more to leave.'

'Of course you did,' remarked Beatrice significantly.

'Look here, old fellow, don't talk to me like that,' he replied
good-humouredly, but with a reproof not to be mistaken. 'I thought
nothing about it in the way that _you_ mean. But it isn't much, after
living as he has done. I suppose you don't know how the money lies?'

'I have it all from Fanny, and it's a wonder she remembered as much as
she did.'

'Oh, Fanny's pretty smart in L. s. d. But did she say what becomes of
the money if either of them break the terms?'

'Goes to a girl's orphanage, somewhere in the old man's country. But
there's more than I've accounted for yet. Young Barmby's sisters get
legacies--a hundred and fifty apiece. And, last of all, the old servant
has an annuity of two hundred. He made her a sort of housekeeper not
long ago, H. L. says; thought no end of her.'

'Don't know anything about her,' said Crewe absently. 'I should like to
know the business details. What arrangement was made, I wonder, when he
took Barmby into partnership?'

'I shouldn't be surprised if he simply gave him a share. Old Barmby and
Lord were great chums. Then, you see, Samuel Barmby has a third of his
profits to pay over, eventually.'

Beatrice went on to speak of the mysterious Mrs. Damerel, concerning
whom she had heard from Fanny. The man of business gave particular ear
to this story, and asked many questions. Of a sudden, as if dismissing
matters which hardly concerned him, he said mirthfully:

'You've heard about the row at Lillie Bridge yesterday?'

'I saw something about it in the paper.'

'Well, I was there. Pure chance; haven't been at that kind of place
for a year and more. It was a match for the Sprint Championship and a
hundred pounds. Timed for six o'clock, but at a quarter past the
chaps hadn't come forward. I heard men talking, and guessed there was
something wrong; they thought it a put-up job. When it got round that
there'd be no race, the excitement broke out, and then--I'd have given
something for you to see it! First of all there was a rush for the
gate-money; a shilling a piece, you know, we'd all paid. There were a
whole lot of North-of-England chaps, fellow countrymen of mine, and I
heard some of them begin to send up a roar that sounded dangerous. I
was tumbling along with the crowd, quite ready for a scrimmage--I rather
enjoy a fight now and the