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Marston Greyle had fallen into line with the other two, and they were now walking along the quay in the direction of the "Admiral's Arms." And presently Stafford, accompanied by a policeman, came hurriedly round a corner and quickened his steps at sight of Copplestone. The policeman, evidently much puzzled and interested, saluted the Squire obsequiously as the two groups met.
"First Miss Greyle, I have sent a message to your mother that you are quite safe and will join her in due course. Second this is merely a temporary detention you shall all be landed all in good time." Vickers as a legal man, assumed his most professional air. "Do you know what you are rendering yourself liable to, sir, by detaining us at all?" he demanded. "An action "
He continued to stare at Chatfield much as he might have, stared at the Sphinx if she had been present and in the end he could only think of one word. "Well?" he asked lamely. "Well?" "As to what, now?" inquired Chatfield with a sly smile. "About what you said," replied Vickers. "Miss Greyle, you know. I'm about thoroughly tied up with all this. You evidently know a lot. Of course you won't tell!
He suddenly broke off as a smart automobile drove up to the cottage door and set down a tall, distinguished-looking man who after a glance at the little house walked quickly up the garden. Audrey's face showed surprise. "Mother!" she said, turning to Mrs. Greyle. "There's Lord Altmore here! He must want you. Or shall I go?" Mrs. Greyle quitted the room hastily.
Marston Greyle in America, and hearing that the Squire of Scarhaven had been in that country, should have gone up to the house saying that he would call on the Squire and should never have been seen again. It was certainly strange that if this Marston Greyle, of Scarhaven, had met Bassett Oliver in America he should have completely forgotten the fact.
"We shall make Norcaster about five-thirty tomorrow morning." "Then let us wire the time of our arrival to Gilling. I'm anxious to know what has brought him up there," said Copplestone. "And we'll wire to Mrs. Greyle, too," he added, turning to Audrey. "She'll know then that you're absolutely on the way." "I wonder what we're on the way to?" remarked Vickers with a grim smile.
"And since when has a Greyle of Scarhaven kept to a servant's orders?" interrupted Audrey, with a sneer that sent the blood rushing to the Squire's face. "Never! until this present régime, I should think. Orders, indeed! from an agent! I wonder what the last Squire of Scarhaven would have said to a proposition like that? Mr. Copplestone you've punished that bad old man quite sufficiently.
Copplestone made no comment on this direct assertion. Instead, after a brief silence, he asked Mrs. Greyle a question. "You knew Mr. Oliver personally?" "Five and twenty years ago yes," she answered. "I was on the stage myself before my marriage. But I have never met him since then. I have seen him, of course, at the local theatres."
Greyle and Audrey were at that moment in consultation with Sir Cresswell Oliver and Copplestone the bank manager burst in on them without ceremony. "I say, I say!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Will you believe it! the gold's come back! It's all safe every penny. Bless me! I scarcely know whether I'm dreaming or not. But we've got it!" "What's all this?" demanded Sir Cresswell. "You've got that gold?"
You don't know me, though you may have seen me at the inquest on Mr. Bassett Oliver the other day my name's Vickers Guy Vickers." "Yes?" said Copplestone. "And " "I'm a solicitor, here in Norcaster," answered Vickers. "I at least, my firm, you know we sometimes act for Mrs. Greyle at Scarhaven.
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