A Prisoner Of Birth

that you read Bleak House in your youth.'

'Quite recently,' admitted Danny.

'Then you will be acquainted with the risks of becoming embroiled in such an action.'

'But unlike Jarndyce and Jarndyce,' said Danny, 'I suspect Uncle Hugo will agree to settle out of court.'

'What makes you think that?'

'He won't want to see his picture on the front page of The Scotsman and the Edinburgh Evening News, both of which would be only too happy to remind their readers where his nephew had been residing for the past four years.'

'A point I had not taken into consideration,' said Munro. 'But on reflection, I have to agree with you.' He coughed. 'When we last met, you did not seem to be of the opinion that…'

'When we last met, Mr. Munro, I was preoccupied with other matters, and was therefore unable to fully grasp the significance of what you were telling me. Since then I have had time to consider your advice, and…' Danny had rehearsed these sentences again and again in his cell, with Big Al playing the role of Mr. Munro.

'Quite so,' said Munro, removing his spectacles and looking more carefully at his client. 'Then with your permission, I will take up the cudgels on your behalf. However, I must warn you that the matter may not be resolved quickly.'

'How long?' asked Danny.

'It could be a year, even a little longer, before the case comes to court.'

'That might be a problem,' said Danny. 'I'm not sure there's enough money in my account at Coutts to cover…'

'No doubt you will advise me once you have been in touch with your bankers.'

'Certainly,' said Danny.

Munro coughed again. 'There are one or two other matters I feel we ought to discuss, Sir Nicholas.' Danny simply nodded, as Munro put his half-moon spectacles back on and rummaged among the papers on his desk once again. 'You recently executed a will while you were in prison,' said Munro, extracting a document from the bottom of the pile.

'Remind me of the details,' said Danny, recognizing Nick's familiar hand on the lined prison paper.

'You have left the bulk of your estate to one Daniel Cartwright.'

'Oh, my God,' said Danny.

'From that, am I to assume that you wish to reconsider your position, Sir Nicholas?'

'No,' said Danny, recovering quickly. 'It's just that Danny Cartwright died recently.'

'Then you will need to make a new will at some time in the future. But frankly, there are far more pressing matters for us to consider at this moment in time.'

'Like what?' asked Danny.

'There is a key that your uncle seems most anxious to get his hands on.'

'A key?'

'Yes,' said Munro. 'It seems that he is willing to offer you one thousand pounds for a silver chain and key that he believes are in your possession. He realizes that they have little intrinsic value, but he would like them to remain in the family.'

'And so they will,' responded Danny. 'I wonder if I might ask you in confidence, Mr. Munro, if you have any idea what the key opens?'

'No, I do not,' admitted Munro. 'On that particular subject your grandfather did not confide in me. Though I might make so bold as to suggest that if your uncle is so keen to lay his hands on it, I think we can assume that the contents of whatever the key opens will be worth far more than a thousand pounds.'

'Quite so,' said Danny, mimicking Munro.

'How do wish me to respond to this offer?' Munro asked.

'Tell him that you are not aware of the existence of such a key.'

'As you wish, Sir Nicholas. But I have no doubt that he'll not be that easily dissuaded, and will come back with a higher offer.'

'My reply will be the same whatever he offers,' said Danny firmly.

'So be it,' said Munro. 'May I inquire if it is your intention to settle in Scotland?'

'No, Mr. Munro. I shall be returning to London shortly to sort out my financial affairs, but be assured I will stay in touch.'

'Then you will require the keys to your London residence,' said Munro, 'which have been in my safekeeping since your father's death.' He rose from his chair and walked across to a large safe in the corner of the room. He entered a code and pulled open the heavy door to reveal several shelves stacked with documents. He took two envelopes from the top shelf. 'I am in possession of the keys to both the house in The Boltons and your estate here in Scotland, Sir Nicholas. Would you care to take charge of them?'

'No, thank you,' said Danny. 'For the time being I only require the keys for my home in London. I would be obliged if you retained the keys to the estate. After all, I can't be in two places at once.'

'Quite so,' said Munro, handing over one of the bulky envelopes.

'Thank you,' said Danny. 'You have served our family loyally over many years.' Munro smiled. 'My grandfather-'

'Ah,' said Munro with a sigh. Danny wondered if he'd gone too far. 'I apologize for interrupting you, but the mention of your grandfather reminds me that there is a further matter that I should bring to your attention.' He returned to the safe, and after rummaging around for a few moments, extracted a small envelope. 'Ah, here it is,' he declared, a look of triumph on his face. 'Your grandfather instructed me to hand this to you in person, but not until after your father had died. I should have carried out his wishes at our previous meeting, but with all the, er, constraints you were under at that time, I confess it quite slipped my mind.' He passed the envelope to Danny who looked inside, but found nothing.

'Does this mean anything to you?' Danny asked.

'No, it doesn't,' confessed Munro. 'But recalling your grandfather's lifelong hobby, perhaps the stamp might be of some significance.'

Danny placed the envelope in an inside pocket without further comment.

Munro rose from his chair. 'I hope, Sir Nicholas, that it will not be too long before we see you in Scotland again. In the meantime, should you require my assistance, do not hesitate to call.'

'I don't know how to repay your kindness,' said Danny.

'I'm sure that after we have dealt with the problem of your uncle Hugo, I shall be more than adequately compensated.' He smiled drily, then accompanied Sir Nicholas to the door, shook him warmly by the hand and bade him farewell.

As Munro watched his client stride back in the direction of the hotel, he couldn't help thinking how like his grandfather Sir Nicholas had turned out to be, although he wondered if it had been wise of him to wear the regimental tie-given the circumstances.

***

'He's done what?' said Hugo, shouting down the phone.

'He's issued a counter-writ against you, making a claim for the two million one hundred thousand you raised on the two properties.'

'Fraser Munro must be behind this,' said Hugo. 'Nick wouldn't have the nerve to oppose his father's wishes. What do we do now?'

'Accept service of the writ and tell them we'll see them in court.'

'But we can't afford to do that,' said Hugo. 'You've always said that if this case were to end up in court, we'd lose-and the press would have a field day.'

'True, but it will never come to court.'

'How can you be so sure?'

'Because I'll make certain that the case drags on for at least a couple of years, and your nephew will have run out of money long before then. Don't forget, we know how much is in his bank account. You'll just need to be patient while I bleed him dry.'