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"Don't you think, Petherton, that we had better get a clear notion of our exact bearings?" he said as he laid it back on the solicitor's desk. "Seems to me that the time's come when we ought to know exactly where we are. As I understand it, the case is this rightly or wrongly we suspect the present holder of the Scarhaven estates.

"We have listened, as you will admit, with our best attention. Mr. Petherton, as you know, is a man of law; I myself, when I have the good luck to be ashore, am a Chairman of Quarter Sessions, so I'm accustomed to hearing and weighing evidence. We don't think there's any doubt that my poor brother has met with some curious mishap which has resulted in his death.

There are two of you here who are getting on, you know it doesn't become old men to be so hard. Good doctrine, that, anyway isn't it, Sir Cresswell?" Sir Cresswell turned away, obviously disconcerted; when he looked round again, he avoided the eyes of the young men and glanced a little sheepishly at Mr. Petherton.

Greyle there call Marston Greyle!" The Squire had appeared while Spurge was giving his evidence, and had heard what the poacher alleged. He entered the box very pale, angry, and disturbed, and the glances which he cast on Sir Cresswell Oliver and his party were distinctly those of displeasure. "Swear him!" commanded Petherton. "Now, Mr. Greyle "

Petherton and Vickers, Copplestone, and Gilling, were all in a private parlour together at a late hour, when the door suddenly opened and a woman entered, who threw back a heavy veil and revealed herself as Addie Chatfield.

He had looked, in his restlessness, at a picture or two, but he finally turned round. "With whom is it you talk us over? With Petherton and his friend Mitchy? With your adored Vanderbank? With your awful Duchess?" "You know my little circle, and you've not always despised it." She met him on his return with a figure that had visibly flashed out for her. "Don't foul your own nest!

"I refuse that application!" he said. "You have heard all I have to say, gentlemen," he went on, "and you can return your verdict." Petherton quietly gathered up his papers and motioned to his friends to follow him out of the schoolroom.

"What's to be done, then?" asked Sir Cresswell as Petherton tapped the cablegram. "The first thing," he answered, "is to make use of this. We now know that the real Marston Greyle who certainly did live in St. Louis, where his father had settled left New York for England to take up his inheritance, on September 28th, 1912, and booked a passage to Falmouth.

Now, one day when I came to the house of the king at Petherton on some affairs I needed his word concerning, presently there came a message to me that Ethelburga the queen would speak with me, and, somewhat wondering, I was taken to her bower, and found her waiting for me.

This further levity it was therefore that laid him fully open. "Do you mean to say you've been living with Petherton so long without becoming aware that he's shockingly worried?" "My dear Duchess," Mitchy smiled, "Petherton carries his worries with a bravery!

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