Anne Perry - A Christmas Visitor
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Percival’s face tightened. “I do. And I am far from alone, Mr. Rathbone. He is a most objectionable man, without the grace or the honesty to repent of his crime, nor the courage to begin again and attempt to live a decent life. Instead of that, which might earn him forgiveness, he has attempted to blacken the name of an honest judge who did no more than his duty. If you had known Judah Dreghorn, you would understand my anger.”
“I did know him,” Henry said, keeping his voice calm only with an effort. “He was my friend for over twenty years. Mrs. Dreghorn is my goddaughter. That does not address the question of who forged the document, and when.”
“For heaven’s sake, man!” Percival snapped. “Ashton Gower forged it at some point between the original being taken from his father’s safe, and this forgery produced to justify his claim to the estate!” Percival snapped.
“You are an expert in forgery?”
“I am!”
“So it would be brought to you for that purpose, but not until forgery was suspected?”
“Of course.”
“Who saw it first, prior to that?”
“William Overton, a solicitor.”
“Did he testify in the case?” Henry asked.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“He was not called. Why should he be? No one claimed that the deeds were genuine, except Gower himself, and he was obviously lying. As I said, Mr. Rathbone, the work was shoddy to a degree. Any examination of them made the fact plain. Now, if you don’t mind, I have other clients to see, to whom I may be of more service. I am afraid I cannot help you, and to be candid, I have no desire to. You seem to be defending a man who has maligned a judge we all admired, and who apparently considered you to be a friend.”
Henry remained sitting. “When is it supposed that Gower forged the deeds, Mr. Percival?”
Percival was barely patient. “Before he brought them to his solicitor, sir! When else?”
“Mr. Overton?”
“Precisely.”
“They passed from him to Mr. Overton, to you?”
Percival hesitated, his face a trifle flushed. “No, not exactly. They were questioned by Colgrave, and he demanded sight of them, which happened in Judge Dreghorn’s office, I believe.”
“Why not in Mr. Overton’s? Was he not the Gowers’ solicitor?”
“Mr. Colgrave required that it be before a judge, and Mr. Overton was perfectly satisfied that it be so. I really don’t understand what it is you are trying to prove, Mr. Rathbone!” Percival said irritably.
“I am trying to see when they might have been tampered with, that Mr. Gower could sustain an accusation that Judah Dreghorn, or anyone but himself, could have forged them,” Henry replied.
“For heaven’s sake, man! You don’t believe him!” Percival was aghast.
“I am trying to prove Judah Dreghorn’s innocence,” Henry answered. “If he never had them in his possession, then he must be!”
“Well … well, his reputation is sufficient. The deeds were in several different people’s possession, if you wish to be legal about it. It would be far better, and wiser, if you were to allow the matter to drop. No one will believe Gower. The man is already a convicted criminal.”
“Yes,” Henry agreed. He rose to his feet. “Where may I find this Mr. Overton?”
“In the offices at the end of the street. I do not know the number.”
“Thank you. Good day, Mr. Percival.”
Percival did not reply.
Henry walked as directed, and found the offices of William Overton after the briefest of questions. He was obliged to wait only twenty minutes in order to see him.
“Come in, Mr. Rathbone,” Overton said with courtesy. He was older than Percival. What there was of his hair was gray, almost white, but his lean face was only slightly lined and he moved with ease. “My clerk says that you are concerned about the deeds that were forged regarding the Gower estate. Terrible tragedy that Judah Dreghorn drowned. I am most deeply sorry. A charming man, of the utmost honesty. What may I do for you?” He waved at the chair opposite his desk, and resumed his own seat.
Henry sat down and told him as briefly as he could.
Overton frowned. “I am not an expert in forgery, Mr. Rathbone. I admit that the document seemed genuine to me, and I have handled a good many in the course of my profession.”
“What was the date on the original document that you had from Geoffrey Gower’s safe, compared with the document presented in court, which Mr. Percival testified to as forged?”
“They were the same, Mr. Rathbone,” Overton replied, frowning. “That is why I do not understand the claim that the deeds presented at court were forged.”
“The dates were the same?” Henry swallowed hard. “You are certain?”
“Of course I am certain.”
“Then what was the purpose of the forgery?”
“I don’t know. But most certainly it was not to gain the estate for Ashton Gower. It was his anyway.” Overton leaned forward across his desk. His face was sad and touched with a deep distress. “It seems to me that someone changed a true document for a false one, but it read exactly the same. The only purpose in that would have been to discredit the genuine deeds. That possibility does not seem to have occurred to anyone at the trial.”
“When were you aware of this, Mr. Overton?” Henry was puzzled. Why had this apparently honest man not spoken of what seemed to be a monstrous miscarriage of justice?
“Just over two weeks ago, on the day of Judah Dreghorn’s death, he came to me with just the questions you have asked …”
Henry felt as if he had been struck a physical blow. Ashton Gower was innocent, and Judah had known it! Why, then, would Gower have killed him?
Or was it not Gower at all, but someone else?
He heard Overton’s voice as if from a long way off—words garbled and making no sense.
“I beg your pardon?” he said numbly. “I’m afraid I did not hear you.”
“You look ill, Mr. Rathbone,” Overton repeated. “May I pour you a glass of brandy? I am afraid this has come as a great shock to you.” He suited his actions to his words, rising to open a cupboard and pour a fairly stiff measure of very good brandy into a glass, and place it on the edge of the desk where Henry could reach it.
“Thank you.” Henry took it and drank it slowly. He felt its fire inside him and was grateful, but it did not take away the knowledge that filled him with horror.
“Judah was here, and you told him what you told me?” He knew he must sound foolish, but he could not grasp the idea of it.
“Yes,” Overton agreed. “And he was as horrified as you are. He realized what had happened … what he had done, if you like, albeit in complete innocence.”
“Did he …” Henry swallowed. “Did he say what he intended to do?”
Overton smiled, a small, unhappy gesture full of pity. “Not precisely. He left here quite early in the afternoon. I think he took the half past two train to Penrith. He said he intended to see someone, but he did not say who, nor what he meant to say to them. He would have been in Penrith before half past three, and perhaps home by five, if he had a good horse. He wished to go to a recital in the village where he lives. It was something to do with his son, who I understand is remarkably gifted.”
“Yes. Yes, he is.” Henry was still thinking in a daze. He tried to imagine what must have been in Judah’s mind as he traveled home that day. He knew that Ashton Gower had been innocent. Was it Gower he had intended to see? Or someone else—someone who was guilty?
Had he been too late to see them before the recital? He would not miss it and disappoint Joshua. Had he planned to see that person after his return home, at the lower crossing? Why there? Closer to the village, but yet private? Closer to the church? The Viking site? Colgrave’s house? Or halfway between the estate and someone else’s house?
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