Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 27, 2025
Good-night, Mr. Copplestone and perhaps you'll so far overcome your repugnance to the theatre as to come and see me in one some day?" "Supposing I escort you homeward instead now?" suggested Copplestone. "That will at least show that I am ready to become your devoted " "Admirer, I suppose," said Addie. "I'm afraid he's not quite as innocent as he looks, Mrs. Wooler.
In the meantime," he added, turning to Vickers and Copplestone, "Gilling can tell you what's been going on in your absence you'll learn from it that our impression is that the Squire, as we call him, was on the Pike with you." The two elder men went away, and Copplestone turned to Gilling. "What have you got?" he asked eagerly. "Live news!"
"How do you know that?" "By your looks, for one thing: and by the appearance of your bed, which I can see through the open door yonder, for another. Pretty goings on, these!" "A heavy sorrow has fallen upon me, Copplestone." "Your wife has run away that's what you mean, I suppose?" "What!" cried Sir Oswald. "It is all known, then?" "What is all known?" "That my wife has left me."
It had been dispatched from Scarhaven at an early hour of the previous day, and it contained but three words Can you come? Copplestone had seen and learned enough of Audrey Greyle during his brief stay at Scarhaven to make him assured that she would not have sent for him save for very good and grave reasons.
Away out on the quay was the rattle of chains, the creaking of a windlass, the voices of men and shrill laughter of women, but in there no sound existed. And Spurge suddenly stopped his stealthy creeping forward and looked at Copplestone suspiciously. "Queer, ain't it?" he whispered. "I don't hear a voice, nor yet the ghost of one! You'd think that if they was in here they'd be talking.
"Oh, that's easy to reckon up," answered Gilling. "I see through it. They want creditable and respectable witnesses to something or other. This big, heavy-jowled man is Chatfield, of course?" "That's Chatfield," responded Copplestone. "What's he after?" For the agent, as the two young men approached, ostentiously turned away from them, moving a few steps from the door.
Copplestone looked out of the window on his side of the car. Already they were clear of the Norcaster streets and on the road which led to Scarhaven. That road ran all along the coast, often at the very edge of the high, precipitous cliffs, with no more between it and the rocks far beneath than a low wall.
"Take care of 'em, my boy! ye don't know how important they may turn out to be." "And Mrs. Greyle?" asked Copplestone. "Tell whatever you think it best to tell," replied Mrs. Greyle. "My own opinion is that a lot will have to be told and to come out, yet." "We can catch a train in three-quarters of an hour, Copplestone," said Gilling. "Let's get back and settle up with Mrs. Wooler and be off."
I says to myself 'Squire's seen somebody or something he hadn't no taste for! Why, you could read it on his face! plain as print. It was there!" "Well?" said Copplestone. "And then?" "Then," continued Spurge. "Then he stood for just a second or two, looking right and left, up and down. There wasn't a soul in sight nobody! But he slunk off sneaked off same as a fox sneaks away from a farm-yard.
"I did not," he answered. "I was there until a quarter-past three then I went away. And no Oliver had come out o' that door when I left." Spurge and his visitor sat staring at each other in silence for a few minutes; the silence was eventually broken by Copplestone. "Of course," he said reflectively, "if Mr. Oliver was looking round those ruins he could easily spend half an hour there."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking