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 Martin
Hewitt, investigator
Those who
retain any memory of the great law cases of
fifteen or twenty years back will remember, at
least, the title of that extraordinary will
case, "Bartley v. Bartley and others," which
occupied the Probate Court for some weeks on end,
and caused an amount of public interest rarely
accorded to any but the cases considered in the
other division of the same court. The case
itself was noted for the large quantity of
remarkable and unusual evidence presented by the
plaintiff's side—evidence that took the other
party completely by surprise, and overthrew
their case like a house of cards. The affair
will, perhaps, be more readily recalled as the
occasion of the sudden rise to eminence in their
profession of Messrs. Crellan, Hunt & Crellan,
solicitors for the plaintiff—a result due
entirely to the wonderful ability shown in this
case of building up, apparently out of nothing,
a smashing weight of irresistible evidence. That
the firm has since maintained—indeed enhanced—the
position it then won for itself need scarcely be
said here; its name is familiar to everybody.
But there are not many of the outside public who
know that the credit of the whole performance
was primarily due to a young clerk in the employ
of Messrs. Crellan, who had been given charge of
the seemingly desperate task of collecting
evidence in the case...
  Chronicles
of Martin Hewitt
I had been working double tides for a
month: at night on my morning paper, as usual;
and in the morning on an evening paper as locum
tenens for another man who was taking a holiday.
This was an exhausting plan of work, although it
only actually involved some six hours'
attendance a day, or less, at the two offices. I
turned up at the headquarters of my own paper at
ten in the evening, and by the time I had seen
the editor, selected a subject, written my
leader, corrected the slips, chatted, smoked,
and so on, and cleared off, it was very usually
one o'clock. This meant bed at two, or even
three, after supper at the club.
This was all very well at ordinary periods, when
any time in the morning would do for rising, but
when I had to be up again soon after seven, and
round at the evening paper office by eight, I
naturally felt a little worn and disgusted with
things by midday, after a sharp couple of hours'
leaderette scribbling and paragraphing, with
attendant sundries...
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