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The other is Addie Chatfield was certainly in Bristol on that date and for eleven days after it." "Well what next?" asked Copplestone. "I've been thinking that over while you stared at the bill," answered Gilling. "I think the best thing will be to find out where Addie Chatfield put herself up during her stay.
Wooler had eyes as well as ears, and noticing that Copplestone was already looking weary and harassed, she hastened to provide a hot dinner for him, and to recommend a certain claret which in her opinion possessed remarkable revivifying qualities.
"And there may be reasons why he doesn't desire your presence in those ancient regions. But we'll go there, all the same, if you don't mind breaking rules and defying Peter." "Not I!" said Copplestone. "Hang Peter!" "There are people who firmly believe that Peter Chatfield should have been hanged long since," she remarked quietly. "I'm one of them. Chatfield is a bad old man thoroughly bad!
The ground in the courtyard was grassless, a flooring of grit and loose stone, on which no impression could well be made by human foot. But Copplestone, carefully prospecting around and going a little way up the bank which lay between the tower and the moorland road, suddenly saw something in the black, peat-like earth which attracted his attention and he called to his companion.
And it doesn't matter if Greyle hides himself in one of the spikes on top of the Monument or inside the lion house at the Zoo Swallow will be there! No man ever got away from Swallow once Swallow had set eyes on him." Copplestone looked, listened, and laughed. "Professional pride!" he said. "All right. I want you to come in here with me to Mrs. Greyle's. Something's happened here, too.
Richard Copplestone, seen in the flesh, looked very young indeed, and very unlike anything in the shape of a professional author. In fact he very much reminded Stafford of the fine and healthy young man whom one sees on the playing fields, and certainly does not associate with pen and ink.
Spurge led Copplestone a little way up the narrow alley from the mouth of which they had observed the recent proceedings, suddenly turned off into a still narrower passage, and emerged at the rear of an ancient building of wood and stones which looked as if a stout shove or a strong wind would bring it down in dust and ruin.
"Now, be careful to take care of yourselves you don't know what you've got to deal with, remember." The group separated, and Copplestone went off to find the hotel people and order an immediate breakfast. And passing along a corridor on his way downstairs he encountered Mrs. Greyle, who came out of a room near by and started at sight of him.
"Many thanks to you, sir, but it's too cold for my stomach," responded the visitor. "A drop of gin, now, is more in my line, since you're so kind. Ah, well, in any case, sir, this here is a very unfortunate affair. I'm a deal upset by it I am indeed!" Copplestone rang the bell, gave orders for Mr.
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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