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So I broke the journey here just to pay my respects to my worshipful parent." "I think I heard you say that you knew Mr. Bassett Oliver?" asked Copplestone. "You've met him?" "Met him in this country and in America," replied Addie, calmly. "He was on tour over there when I was three years ago. We were in two or three towns together at the same time different houses, of course.
"She was a great admirer of Mr. Oliver's acting and she knew him at one time. She will be interested and grieved." Copplestone followed her up the garden and into the house, where she led the way into a small old-fashioned parlour in which a grey-haired woman, who had once been strikingly handsome, and whose face seemed to the visitor to bear traces of great trouble, sat writing at a bureau.
Marston Greyle had fallen into line with the other two, and they were now walking along the quay in the direction of the "Admiral's Arms." And presently Stafford, accompanied by a policeman, came hurriedly round a corner and quickened his steps at sight of Copplestone. The policeman, evidently much puzzled and interested, saluted the Squire obsequiously as the two groups met.
"Stafford's wired to Sir Cresswell," replied Copplestone. "He'll be down here some time tomorrow, no doubt. And of course he'll take everything into his own hands." "And he'll do what?" she asked. "Oh, I don't know," replied Copplestone. "Set the police to work, I should think.
There was one person to whom, in any ordinary trouble of mind, Sir Oswald Eversleigh would have most certainly turned for consolation; and that person was his old and tried friend, Captain Copplestone. But the jealous doubts which racked his brain were not to be revealed, even to this faithful friend.
"A week ago." "A week ago!" exclaimed Copplestone. "That is, before last Sunday before the Bassett Oliver episode. Then the offer to sell is quite independent of that affair!" "Strange and significant!" muttered Gilling. He rose from his chair and looked at his watch. "Well," he went on, "I am going off to London. Will you give me leave, Mrs.
I should say Bassett Oliver took it into his head to go off somewhere yesterday on a little game of his own, and that he's turned up at Norcaster by this time, and is safe in his dressing-room, or on the stage. That's my notion." "I wish I could think it the correct one," replied Copplestone. "But we can soon find out if it is there's a telephone in the hall.
He took charge of the coffin for the second night, and the funeral took place from there. But I'll tell you what the undertaker'll know the name, and of course the doctor does. They're both close by." Gilling took names and addresses and once more pledging the landlady to secrecy, led Copplestone away. "That's the end of another chapter," he said when they were clear of that place.
But Copplestone gave no more than a passing glance at it what attracted and fascinated his eyes was the face of a man who had come up from her depths and was looking out of a hatchway on the top deck looking expectantly at the sail-loft.
The constable told me, and of course yon there man, Ewbank, he'll have told it all round since he had that bit of talk with you and your friend. He'll have been in to every public there is in Scarhaven, repeating of it. And a very, very serious complexion, of course, could be put on them words, sir." "How?" asked Copplestone. "Put it to yourself, sir," replied Chatfield.
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