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Kirkwood.”
    “Ah! then, perhaps, if you don't mind, Major, we might just drop in on our way.”
    “Not at all. You won't find Kirkwood at his office before ten anyway. You know what lawyers are.”
    “Then, shall we go?”
    The Major, who had finished his breakfast some time ago, nodded assent and rose.

The Sittaford Mystery

Chapter 7
    THE WILL
    An alert looking young man rose to receive them in the office of Messrs. Williamson.
    “Good morning, Major Burnaby.”
    “Morning.”
    “Terrible business, this,” said the young man chattily. “Not been such a thing in Exhampton for years.”
    He spoke with gusto and the Major winced.
    “This is Inspector Narracott,” he said.
    “Oh! yes,” said the young man, pleasurably excited.
    “I want some information that I think you can give me,” said the Inspector. “I understand that you put through this let of Sittaford House.”
    “To Mrs Willet? Yes, we did.”
    “Can you give me full details, please, of how that came about. Did the lady apply personally, or by letter?”
    “By letter. She wrote, let me see -” He opened a drawer and turned up a file. “Yes, from the Carlton Hotel, London.”
    “Did she mention Sittaford House by name?”
    “No, she merely said she wanted to rent a house for the winter, it must be right on Dartmoor and have at least eight bedrooms. Being near a railway station or a town was of no consequence.”
    “Was Sittaford House on your books?”
    “No, it was not. But as a matter of fact it was the only house in the neighborhood that at all fulfilled the requirements. The lady mentioned in her letter that she would be willing to go to twelve guineas, and in these circumstances I thought it worth while writing to Captain Trevelyan and asking whether he would consider letting. He replied in the affirmative, and we fixed the thing up.”
    “Without Mrs Willett seeing the house?”
    “She agreed to take it without seeing it, and signed the agreement. Then she came down here for one day, drove up to Sittaford, saw Captain Trevelyan, arranged with him about plate and linen, etc. and saw over the house.”
    “She was quite satisfied?”
    “She came in and said she was delighted with it.”
    “And what did you think?” asked Inspector Narracott, eyeing him keenly.
    The young man shrugged his shoulders.
    “You learn never to be surprised at anything in the house business,” he said.
    On this note of philosophy they left, the Inspector thanking the young man for his help.
    “Not at all, a pleasure, I'm sure.”
    He accompanied them politely to the door.
    The offices of Messrs. Walters & Kirkwood were, as Major Burnaby had said, next door to the estate agents. On reaching there, they were told that Mr Kirkwood had just arrived and they were shown into his room.
    Mr Kirkwood was an elderly man with a benign expression. He was a native of Exhampton and had succeeded his father and grandfather in the firm.
    He rose, put on his mourning face, and shook hands with the Major.
    “Good morning, Major Burnaby,” he said. “This is a very shocking affair. Very shocking indeed. Poor Trevelyan.”
    He looked inquiringly at Narracott and Major Burnaby explained his presence in a few succinct words.
    “You are in charge of the case, Inspector Narracott?”
    “Yes, Mr Kirkwood. In pursuance of my investigations, I have come to ask you for certain information.”
    “I shall be happy to give you any information if it is proper for me to do so,” said the lawyer.
    “It concerns the late Captain Trevelyan's will,” said Narracott. “I understand the will is here in your office.”
    “That is so.”
    “It was made some time ago?”
    “Five or six years ago. I cannot be sure of the exact date at the moment.”
    “Ah! I am anxious, Mr Kirkwood, to know the contents of that will as soon as possible. It may have an important bearing on the case.”
    “Indeed,” said the lawyer. “Indeed! I should not have thought that, but naturally you know