It was indeed with great news that he came charged.  The demise was announced of Lieutenant-General Sir Glasgow Biggar, KCSI, KCMG, etc., and the prize of the tontine now lay between the Finsbury brothers.  Here was Morris’s opportunity at last.  The brothers had never, it is true, been cordial.  When word came that Joseph was in Asia Minor, Masterman had expressed himself with irritation.  ‘I call it simply indecent,’ he had said.  ‘Mark my words—­we shall hear of him next at the North Pole.’  And these bitter expressions had been reported to the traveller on his return.  What was worse, Masterman had refused to attend the lecture on ‘Education:  Its Aims, Objects, Purposes, and Desirability’, although invited to the platform.  Since then the brothers had not met.  On the other hand, they never had openly quarrelled; Joseph (by Morris’s orders) was prepared to waive the advantage of his juniority; Masterman had enjoyed all through life the reputation of a man neither greedy nor unfair.  Here, then, were all the elements of compromise assembled; and Morris, suddenly beholding his seven thousand eight hundred pounds restored to him, and himself dismissed from the vicissitudes of the leather trade, hastened the next morning to the office of his cousin Michael.

Michael was something of a public character.  Launched upon the law at a very early age, and quite without protectors, he had become a trafficker in shady affairs.  He was known to be the man for a lost cause; it was known he could extract testimony from a stone, and interest from a gold-mine; and his office was besieged in consequence by all that numerous class of persons who have still some reputation to lose, and find themselves upon the point of losing it; by those who have made undesirable acquaintances, who have mislaid a compromising correspondence, or who are blackmailed by their own butlers.  In private life Michael was a man of pleasure; but it was thought his dire experience at the office had gone far to sober him, and it was known that (in the matter of investments) he preferred the solid to the brilliant.  What was yet more to the purpose, he had been all his life a consistent scoffer at the Finsbury tontine.

It was therefore with little fear for the result that Morris presented himself before his cousin, and proceeded feverishly to set forth his scheme.  For near upon a quarter of an hour the lawyer suffered him to dwell upon its manifest advantages uninterrupted.  Then Michael rose from his seat, and, ringing for his clerk, uttered a single clause:  ’It won’t do, Morris.’

It was in vain that the leather merchant pleaded and reasoned, and returned day after day to plead and reason.  It was in vain that he offered a bonus of one thousand, of two thousand, of three thousand pounds; in vain that he offered, in Joseph’s name, to be content with only one-third of the pool.  Still there came the same answer:  ’It won’t do.’

‘I can’t see the bottom of this,’ he said at last.  ’You answer none of my arguments; you haven’t a word to say.  For my part, I believe it’s malice.’