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replied, “you have chosen a most excellent time. Indeed, I did think of making a small holiday today, but your telegram - ”
    â€œYes, yes. Do you know, I was almost ashamed of having sent it after it had gone. Because, after all, the matter is, probably, really a very simple sort of affair that you can’t possibly help me in. A few years ago I should have thought nothing of it, nothing at all. But as I have told you, I’ve got into such a dull, vegetable state of mind since I retired and have nothing to do that a little thing upsets me, and I haven’t mental energy enough to make up my mind to go to dinner sometimes. But you’re an old friend, and I’m sure you’ll forgive my dragging you all down here on a matter that will, perhaps, seem ridiculously simple to you, a man in the thick of active business. If I hadn’t known you so well I wouldn’t have had the impudence to bother you. But never mind all that. I’ll tell you.
    â€œDo you ever remember my speaking of an intimate friend, a Mr. Holford? No. Well, it’s a long time ago, and perhaps I never happened to mention him. He was a most excellent man - old fellow, like me, you know; two or three years older, as a matter of fact. We were chums many years ago; in fact, we lodged in the same house when I was an articled clerk and he was a student at Guy’s. He retired from the medical profession early, having come into a fortune, and came down here to live at the house we’re going to; as a matter of fact, Wedbury Hall.
    â€œWhen I retired I came down and took up my quarters not far off, and we were a very excellent pair of old chums till last Monday - the day before yesterday - when my poor old friend died. He was pretty well in years - seventy-three - and a man can’t live for ever. But I assure you it has upset me terribly, made a greater fool of me than ever, in fact, just when I ought to have my wits about me.
    â€œThe reason I particularly want my wits just now, and the reason I have requisitioned yours, is this: that I can’t find poor old Holford’s will. I drew it up for him years ago, and by it I was appointed his sole executor. I am perfectly convinced that he cannot have destroyed it, because he told me everything concerning his affairs. I have always been his only adviser, in fact, and I’m sure he would have consulted me as to any change in his testamentary intentions before he made it. Moreover, there are reasons why I know he could not have wished to die intestate.”
    â€œWhich are - ?” queried Holmes as Mr. Crellan paused in his statement.
    â€œWhich are these: Holford was a widower, with no children of his own. His wife, who has been dead nearly fifteen years now, was a most excellent woman, a model wife, and would have been a model mother if she had been one at all. As it was she adopted a little girl, a poor little soul who was left an orphan at two years of age. The child’s father, an unsuccessful man of business of the name of Garth, maddened by a sudden and ruinous loss, committed suicide, and his wife died of the shock occasioned by the calamity.
    â€œThe child, as I have said, was taken by Mrs. Holford and made a daughter of, and my old friend’s daughter she has been ever since, practically speaking. The poor old fellow couldn’t possibly have been more attached to a daughter of his own, and on her part she couldn’t possibly have been a better daughter than she was. She stuck by him night and day during his last illness, until she became rather ill herself, although of course there was a regular nurse always in attendance.
    â€œNow, in his will, Mr. Holford bequeathed rather more than half of his very large property to this Miss Garth; that is to say, as residuary legatee, her interest in the will came to about that. The rest was distributed in various ways. Holford had largely spent the leisure of his retirement in scientific pursuits.