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Dennie, solemnly, "the law must step in. You must get an injunction, ma'am, to prevent Mr. Marston Greyle from dealing with the property until his own title to it has been established. That, at any rate, is my opinion." "May I ask a question?" said Copplestone who had been listening and thinking intently. "Did Lord Altmore say when this offer was made to him?" "Yes," replied Mrs. Greyle.
"Does Lord Altmore want to buy?" asked Gilling. "It is very evident that he would be quite willing to buy," said Mrs. Greyle. "What made him come to you," continued Gilling. "He must have had some reason?" "He had a reason," Mrs. Greyle answered, with a glance at Audrey. "He knows the family history, of course he is very well aware that my daughter is at present the heir apparent.
"Yes," replied Mrs. Greyle, who was obviously greatly upset by the recent news. "He did. Mr. Greyle gave as his reason that the north does not suit him, and that he wishes to buy an estate in the south of England. He approached Lord Altmore first because it is well-known that the Altmores have always been anxious to extend their own borders to the coast."
The others heard her welcome the visitor, lead him up the tiny hall; they heard a door shut. Audrey looked at Copplestone. "You've heard of Lord Altmore, haven't you?" she said. "He's our biggest man in these parts he owns all the country at the back, mountains, valleys, everything. The Greyle land shuts him off from the sea.
"Here is remarkable news!" said Mrs. Greyle as she went back to her chair. "Lord Altmore called to tell me of something that he thought I ought to know. It is almost unbelievable, yet it is a fact. Marston Greyle if he is Marston Greyle! has offered to sell Lord Altmore the entire Scarhaven estate, by private treaty. Imagine it! the estate which has belonged to the Greyles for five hundred years!"
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.
But I have not forgotten my law or some of it and no doubt I can furbish up a little more, if necessary. You say that Mr. Marston Greyle, the present owner of Scarhaven, has offered to sell his estate to Lord Altmore? But is not the estate entailed?" "No!" replied Mrs. Greyle. "It is not." Mr. Dennie's face fell unmistakably. He took another pinch of snuff and shook his head.
Lord Altmore said in so many words 'I have a sort of uneasy feeling, after reading the evidence at that inquest, and hearing what my steward's impressions were, that this man calling himself Marston Greyle may not be Marston Greyle at all and I shall want good proof that he is before I even consider the proposal he has made to me. There! So what's to be done?" "The law, ma'am," observed Mr.
"Then in that case," he said dryly, "all the lawyers in the world can't help. It's his absolutely and he can do what he pleases with it. Five hundred years, you say? Remarkable! that a man should want to sell land his forefathers have walked over for half a thousand years! Extraordinary!" "Did Lord Altmore say if any reason had been given him as to why Mr. Greyle wished to sell?" asked Gilling.
Then, late one afternoon, the party of moving picture players with their properties and baggage reached the station of Altmore, the nearest railroad point to Rocky Ranch. The station was little more than a water tank, and there was not much of a town. "Oh, what a dreary place!" complained Miss Pennington, as she and her friend Miss Dixon surveyed the scene. "The end of nowhere," agreed the other.
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