Hartwell said, ‘Your man, Hendrykxx, died a little over four months ago. The body was cremated. I checked the newspapers and it went unreported except for the usual formal announcement.’ ‘What was the cause of death?’ ‘Heart attack. It was expected; he had a history of heart trouble. I discovered we shared the same doctor so I was able to ask a few questions. I went to the Greffe and saw the will. Makes bloody interesting reading, doesn’t it?’ Stafford said, ‘I’m surprised the newpapers didn’t get hold of it. It’s not often multi-millionaires hop their twig.’ Hartwell laughed. ‘Millionaires are not uncommon here—they’re just plain, ordinary folk. Besides, Hendrykxx lived very quietly and didn’t make waves. The news boys don’t read every will deposited in the Greffe, anyway.’ ‘How long had he lived on Jersey?’ asked Stafford. ‘He came in 1974—not all that long ago.’ ‘What about the executor? What’s he like?’ ‘Old Farrar? Good man, but damned stuffy.
