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"You keep your tongue to yourself, young feller!" he growled. "I shouldn't never ha' been here at all if it hadn't been for the likes of you a pokin' your nose where it isn't wanted. It's 'cause o' you three comin' aboard o' that there yacht last night as I am here a castaway!" "Well, we're castaways, too, Mr. Chatfield," said Audrey.
Dennie and Gilling. "But my mother is not as strong as she looks and it would be a blow to her to leave this place and we are the Squire's tenants, and therefore at Chatfield's mercy. And you know that Chatfield does as he likes! Now do you understand?" "It maddens me to think that you should be at Chatfield's mercy!" muttered Copplestone.
"But do you really mean to say that if if Chatfield thought you that is, your mother were mixed up in anything relating to the clearing up of this affair he would " "Drive us out without mercy," replied Audrey. "That's dead certain." "And that your cousin would let him?" exclaimed Copplestone. "Surely not!" "I don't think the Squire has any control over Chatfield," she answered.
He was sure that his companion would turn this unexpected meeting to account, and he therefore felt no surprise when Gilling, after giving him a private nudge, plumped the manager with a direct question. "Did you see Addie Chatfield when she was here about a year ago?" he asked. "You remember she was here in Mrs. Swayne's Necklace here a fortnight." "I remember very well, dear boy," responded Mr.
Now, then are you going to beg Miss Greyle's pardon, you hoary sinner?" "What on earth is it all about?" exclaimed Greyle, obviously upset and afraid. "Chatfield, what have you been saying? Go away, you men go away, all of you, at once. Mr. Copplestone, don't hit him. Audrey, what is it? Hang it all! I seem to have nothing but bother it's most annoying. What is it, I say?"
It wound through groves of fir and pine until it came out on a plateau, in the midst of which, surrounded by a high irregular wall, towered at the angles and buttressed all along its length, stood Scarhaven Keep. And there, at the head of a path which evidently led up from the big house, stood Chatfield, angry and threatening.
Chatfield, armed with a new oak cudgel stood there, masterful and lowering; behind him were several estate labourers, all keeping the people back. And within the door stood Marston Greyle, evidently considerably restless and perturbed, and every now and then looking out on the mob which the fast-spreading rumour had called together.
"That's where it was placed by Chatfield, according to Zachary Spurge." "And of course Chatfield's removed it during the night," remarked Gilling. "That message which Sir Cresswell read us must have been all wrong the Pike's come south and she's been somewhere about maybe been in that cove at the end of the glen though she'll have cleared out of it hours ago!" he concluded disappointedly.
He daren't do anything save by Chatfield's permission." Copplestone walked on a few yards, ruminating. "Why!" he asked suddenly. "How do we know?" retorted Audrey. "Well, in cases like that," said Copplestone, "it generally means that one man has a hold on the other. What hold can Chatfield have on your cousin? I understand Mr. Marston Greyle came straight to his inheritance from America.
Copplestone looked over the bill again, rapidly realizing possibilities. "Would Chatfield know that?" he asked reflectively. "It's only likely that he would," replied Gilling. "Even if father and daughter don't quite hit things off in their tastes, it's only reasonable to suppose that Peter would usually know his daughter's whereabouts.
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