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"Well, if you want to know," replied Vickers, "I believe Chatfield when he says that he does not know that the Squire is not the Squire. May seem strange, but I do! As a solicitor, I do." "Great Scott!" exclaimed Copplestone, finding his tongue. "You believe that!" "I've said so," retorted Vickers. "Thank you, sir," said Chatfield. "I'm obliged to you. Mr.
What made them both thrill with the joy of an unexpected discovery was the sight of the signature inserted some lines above it, under date October 4th. Lest they should exhibit that joy before the landlord, they mutually stuck their elbows into each other and immediately affected the unconcern of indifference. But there the signature was Peter Chatfield.
I earnestly advised him to take as much rest as possible, to avoid all unnecessary fatigue and all excitement, and I strongly deprecated his travelling in one journey to the north, whither I learnt he was bound. On my advice, he and Mr. Chatfield decided to break that journey at Bristol, at Birmingham, and at Leeds. By so doing, you see, they would only have a short journey each day, and Mr.
In one of these inspections he caught sight of Copplestone, and spoke to Chatfield, who immediately sent one of his body-guard through the throng. "Mr. Greyle says will you go forward, sir?" said the man. "Your friend can go in too, if he likes." "That's your clerical garb," whispered Copplestone as he and Gilling made their way to the door. "But why this sudden politeness?"
As one of the boats of HMS Ganges, forming part of the British fleet in the Piraeus, with Lieutentant Breen, Mr Chatfield, midshipman, and 16 men, was returning from the shore, laden with water, she was swamped and turned over just half-way between the Queen and the east point of the island of Lypso.
She can be run into some safe harbourage on this coast, given a new coat of paint and a new name, and be off before we can do anything to stop her. I allow Chatfield to be right in this that my perhaps too hasty declaration to Andrius revealed to that gentleman how he could make off with other people's property."
"We're not afraid, Chatfield," replied Vickers. "What ails you! Why man, you couldn't be more afraid if you'd murdered somebody! What do you suppose these people want? You, of course. And you can't escape if they want you, they'll search the island till they get you. You've been deceiving us, Chatfield there's something you've kept back. Now, what is it? What have they come back for?" "Yes, Mr.
Chatfield had evidently taken a bird's eye view of the situation from the vantage point of the slope and had come to the conclusion that the higher part of the island was the most likely point from which to attract attention.
Margaret Sayers.......MISS ADELA CHATFIELD. "And now look at that!" continued Gilling, with an accentuation of his triumphal note. "See! These people were here for a fortnight from October 3rd to 17th 1912. Therefore if Peter Chatfield brought Marston Greyle to Bristol on October 6th, Peter Chatfield's daughter would also be in the town!"
"You'll never get out of this first or last, until you tell us how you got in," said Vickers, assuming a threatening tone. "You'd better tell us all about it, you know. Come now! you know me and my firm." Chatfield laughed grimly and shook his much-swathed head. "I ought to," he said. "I've given 'em more than one nice job and said naught about their bills o' costs, neither, my lad.
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