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What we must do tomorrow morning is to see the Registrar or, as there will be more than one in a place this size each of them in turn, in the endeavour to find out if, early in October, 1912, Peter Chatfield registered the death of Marston Greyle here. But remember he may not have registered it under that name. He may, indeed, not have used his own name he's deep enough for anything.
Vickers, when you're as old as I am, you'll know that this here world is as full o' puzzles as yon sea's full o'fish!" Vickers could only stare at his companion in speechless silence after that. He felt that there was some mystery about which Chatfield evidently knew a great deal while he knew nothing.
Copplestone had already seen him in conversation with the village doctor, the village police, Chatfield, and Marston Greyle's solicitor, and he began to see the force of Spurge's shrewd remarks. What, of course, was most desired was secrecy and privacy the Scarhaven powers had no wish that the attention of all the world should be drawn to this quiet place. But outsiders were there in plenty.
"Didn't I know we should be rescued from this here imprisonment!" he cried with unctuous joy. "Thought they'd pinned me here for best part of a week, no doubt, while they could get theirselves quietly away far away! But it's my experience 'ut them as has served the Lord's never deserted, Mr. Vickers, and if you live as long as " "Don't be blasphemous, Chatfield!" said Vickers, curtly.
"You know very well who I'm a-speaking to," growled Chatfield. "I told you you wasn't to come near these ruins it's forbidden, by order. You'll take yourself off, and that there young man with you we want no paid spies hereabouts!" "If you speak to me like that again I'll knock you down!" exclaimed Copplestone, stepping forward before Audrey could stop him. "Or to this lady, either.
"Do you know, I believe that's the Pike!" Copplestone gave Audrey's elbow a gentle squeeze. "Look at old Chatfield!" he whispered. "By gad! look at him. Yes," he called out loudly, "We know it's the Pike we saw that from the top of the cliffs. She's coming straight in." "Oh, yes, it's the Pike," exclaimed Audrey. "Aren't you delighted, Mr. Chatfield."
What I understood and mind you, I don't say they wilfully deceived me, for I don't think they did what I understood was that the young man simply wanted a real good rest. But he was evidently a deal worse than what even Dr. Valdey thought. He'd stopped at Dr. Valdey's surgery while Mr. Chatfield went to see about rooms, and they moved him from there straight in here.
Petherton and Vickers, Copplestone, and Gilling, were all in a private parlour together at a late hour, when the door suddenly opened and a woman entered, who threw back a heavy veil and revealed herself as Addie Chatfield.
"You think there is somebody on the Pike somebody other than Andrius?" suggested Copplestone. "I believe the man who calls himself Marston Greyle was on the Pike," announced Audrey. "I've always thought so. Whether Chatfield knew that or not, I don't know. My own belief is that Chatfield did know. I believe Chatfield was in with them, as the saying is.
"You're decidedly better, Chatfield you're quite better. The notion of revenge and of circumvention has come to you like balm. But you'd a lot better tell us who you're referring to, and why you were put ashore. Listen, Chatfield! there's property of your own on that yacht, eh? That it? Come, now?" Chatfield gave his questioner a look of indignant scorn.
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