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"I expected that," answered Copplestone. "All right, sir. And my orders are just what you said." "Just what I said," agreed Sir Cresswell. "Carry on at that eyes and ears open; no fuss; everything quiet, unobtrusive, silent. Meanwhile Petherton will be at work. And I say if you want company, you know I think you'll find it across the bay there at Mrs. Greyle's eh?"
In the meantime, we 'll call one or two witnesses, Daniel Ewbank! to begin with." There was a brief and evidently anxious consultation between Greyle's solicitor and the coroner; there were dark looks at Petherton and his companions. Then the foreman of the jury spoke, sullenly. "We don't want to hear no Ewbanks!" he said. "We're quite satisfied, us as sits here. Our verdict is "
All the property which you have on this yacht pictures, china, silver, books, objects of art, as I am instructed, removed from the house are Miss Greyle's sole property. Once more I warn you of what you are doing, and I demand that you immediately return to Scarhaven. This very yacht belongs to Miss Greyle!" Andrius nodded, looked fixedly at the young solicitor for a moment, and then rose.
"It strikes me that our recent alarms and excursions will have been as nothing to what awaits us at Norcaster." What did await them on a cold, dismal morning at Norcaster was Gilling, stamping up and down a windswept platform. And Gilling seized on Copplestone almost before he could alight from the train. "Come to the 'Angel' straight off!" he said. "Mrs. Greyle's there awaiting her daughter.
Vickers, 'I agree that if I come into the Scarhaven estate, Peter Chatfield shall at once be pensioned off with five hundred pounds a year, to be paid quarterly. Same to be properly assured to him for his life. And then if Miss Greyle'll sign that document, and you gentlemen'll witness it, I shall consider that henceforth I'm in Miss Greyle's service.
Greyle's almost nun-like attire of black had done duty for a long time; the carpet was threadbare; there was an absence of those little touches of comfort with which refined women of even modest means love to surround themselves; a sure instinct told him that here were two women who had to carefully count their pence, and lay out their shillings with caution.
You didn't ought to have my bit of evidence at this stage. It's too soon. You want to work up the case a bit. There's such a thing, guv'nor, in this world as being a bit previous. This here's too previous you want to be surer of your facts. Because you know, guv'nor nobody'll believe my word agen Squire Greyle's. Guv'nor this here inquest'll be naught but a blooming farce! Mark me!
Greyle's parlour was, it had taken no more than a glance from his perceptive eyes to see that he was there confronted with what folk call genteel poverty. Mrs.
"My impression for I know what you're thinking about," said Vickers, "is that Miss Greyle's as safe as if she were in her mother's house! She's no fear, herself, anyway. There's some mystery, somewhere, and I can't make this Andrius man out at all, but I believe all's right as regards personal safety.
Greyle's agent, and his uncle's before him that's who he is Peeping Peter, they call him hereabouts, because he's fond of knowing everybody's business." "Bring him in," said Copplestone. He was by no means averse to having a companion, and Mrs. Wooler's graphic characterization had awakened his curiosity. "Tell him I shall be glad to see him." Mrs.
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