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The next one, Marcus, went out to America and settled there he was the father of this present Squire, Mr. Marston Greyle. Then there was the third son, Valentine he went to live in London. And years after he came back here, very poor, and settled down in a little house near Scarhaven Church with his wife and daughter that was the daughter you met this afternoon, Miss Audrey.
"I was there last night," said Copplestone. "I liked both of them very much. You knew Mrs. Greyle once upon a time, I think; you and your brother?" "We did!" replied Sir Cresswell, with a sigh. "Um! the fact is, both Bassett and I were in love with her at that time. She married another man instead. That's all!"
The agent buries him, under a false name, takes his effects and papers, gets some accomplice to personate him, introduces that accomplice to everybody as the real man and there you are! Oh, Chatfield knew what he was doing! Who on earth, wandering in this cemetery, would ever connect Mark Grey with Marston Greyle?"
Chatfield, armed with a new oak cudgel stood there, masterful and lowering; behind him were several estate labourers, all keeping the people back. And within the door stood Marston Greyle, evidently considerably restless and perturbed, and every now and then looking out on the mob which the fast-spreading rumour had called together.
And so Audrey and I pocketed our pride, and went to see Peter Chatfield. But Peter Chatfield, like his master, had gone! He had left home the previous evening, and his house was locked up." Copplestone and Vickers exchanged glances, and the young solicitor signed Mrs. Greyle to proceed. "Then," she added, "to add to that, as we came away from Chatfield's house, we met Mr.
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.
She selected one and handed it to Mr. Dennie, who made haste to put it away before Mrs. Greyle returned. He gave Audrey another warning look. "That was what I wanted!" he said mysteriously. "I thought of it during the inquest. Never mind why, just now you shall know tomorrow."
The Scarhaven people know me, of course there ought not to be any great difficulty with them and as regards the yacht people " "You know," interrupted Mrs. Greyle, "that this man the impostor has made himself very popular with the people here? You saw how they cheered him after the inquest? You don't think there is danger in Audrey going down there?"
Dennie, breaking the silence and putting into words what each of the others was vaguely feeling, "the question is what does all this mean? To start with, Marston Greyle is a most uncommon name. Is it possible there can be two persons of that name? That, at any rate, is the first thing that strikes me." "It is not the first thing that strikes me," said Mrs. Greyle.
He had accepted Sir Cresswell Oliver's commission readily, feeling genuinely interested in the affair, and being secretly conscious that he would be glad of the opportunity of further improving his acquaintance with Audrey Greyle. But now that he considered things quietly, he began to see that his position was a somewhat curious and possibly invidious one. He was to watch and to seem not to watch.
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