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You keep a civil tongue in your mouth I ain't done for yet, noways! You let me get off this here place, wherever it is, and within touch of a telegraph office, and I'll make somebody suffer!" "Andrius, of course," said Copplestone. "Come now, he put you ashore before he sent us off, didn't he? Why don't you own up?" "Never you mind, young feller," retorted Chat-field.
Yes, I don't think anybody would see through me, and I'm very particular to avoid the clergy." "And you left the stage for this?" asked Copplestone. "Why, now?" "Pays better heaps better," replied the other calmly. "Also, it's more exciting there's much more variety in it. Well, now you know who I am my name, by-the-bye is Gilling, though I'm not the Reverend Gilling, as Mrs. Wooler will call me.
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.
And on that Copplestone produced the papers entrusted to him by Mr. Dennie and they all compared the handwritings afresh. "There is certainly something wrong, somewhere," remarked Petherton, after a time. "However, we are in a position to begin a systematic inquiry.
It seemed to Copplestone that it would have been a physical impossibility to crowd more people within the walls than had assembled when the coroner, a local solicitor, who was obviously testy, irritable, self-important and afflicted with deafness, took his seat and looked sourly on the crowd of faces.
Let 'em wait there don't let 'em come further until I send back a message by my cousin Jim, You see, guv'nor," he added, turning to Copplestone, whom he seemed to regard as his own special associate, "we don't know how things may be. We might have to wait hours.
And in that glance he recognized her Addie Chatfield! But in the moment of that glance Copplestone also recognized something vastly more important. Here was the explanation of the mystery of the early-morning doings at the old tower. The footprints of a woman who wore fashionable and elegant boots? Addie Chatfield, of course!
If Copplestone had never seen Addie Chatfield before, if he had not known that she was an actress of some acknowledged ability, her entrance into that suddenly silent room would have convinced him that here was a woman whom nature had undoubtedly gifted with the dramatic instinct. Addie's presentation of herself to the small and select audience was eminently dramatic, without being theatrical.
What do these people mean by carrying us out to sea? Copplestone! with all submission to you whether it's relevant or not, I wish we knew more of that captain chap!" "I know him," remarked Audrey. "I have been on this yacht before. His name is Andrius. He's an American or American-Norwegian, or something like that." "And the crew?" asked Vickers. "Are they Scarhaven men?" "No," replied Audrey.
And on the second night Copplestone intimated plainly that in his opinion they were wasting their time. "How do we even know that they ever came to Bristol?" he asked, as he and Gilling refreshed themselves with a much needed dinner. "The Falmouth landlord saw Chatfield take tickets for Bristol! That's nothing to go on! Put it to yourself in this way.
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