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Updated: June 30, 2025
On the coast, twenty miles off, on the way to Norcaster; you changed for it at Tilmouth Junction. Was there a train leaving soon for Scarhaven? There was in five minutes. Stafford and Copplestone presently found themselves travelling back along the main line.
About half-way between Scarhaven and Norcaster there's a very narrow opening in the cliffs that you'd never notice unless you were close in shore, and inside that opening there's a cove that's big enough to take a thousand-ton vessel aye, and half-a-dozen of 'em!
"It's what evil-disposed tongues says." "But they haven't said anything yet," said Copplestone. "I should say they've said a deal, sir," responded Chatfield, lugubriously. "I know Scarhaven tongues. They'll have thrown out a deal of suspicious talk about the Squire." "Have you seen Mr. Greyle?" asked Copplestone.
"I might have told you, Vickers, as we came along, but I decided to wait, until we got here and found out how things were. Mrs. Greyle, the man you speak of as the Squire, is no more the owner of Scarhaven than I am! He is not Marston Greyle at all.
"Here is remarkable news!" said Mrs. Greyle as she went back to her chair. "Lord Altmore called to tell me of something that he thought I ought to know. It is almost unbelievable, yet it is a fact. Marston Greyle if he is Marston Greyle! has offered to sell Lord Altmore the entire Scarhaven estate, by private treaty. Imagine it! the estate which has belonged to the Greyles for five hundred years!"
But I have not forgotten my law or some of it and no doubt I can furbish up a little more, if necessary. You say that Mr. Marston Greyle, the present owner of Scarhaven, has offered to sell his estate to Lord Altmore? But is not the estate entailed?" "No!" replied Mrs. Greyle. "It is not." Mr. Dennie's face fell unmistakably. He took another pinch of snuff and shook his head.
Copplestone had already seen him in conversation with the village doctor, the village police, Chatfield, and Marston Greyle's solicitor, and he began to see the force of Spurge's shrewd remarks. What, of course, was most desired was secrecy and privacy the Scarhaven powers had no wish that the attention of all the world should be drawn to this quiet place. But outsiders were there in plenty.
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.
Well, of course, when I went to give evidence at Scarhaven, at that there inquest, I never expected but what the police 'ud collar me at the end of it. However, I didn't mean that they should, if I could help it, so I watched things pretty close, intending to slip off when I saw a chance.
The three sons were all different in their tastes and ideas; the eldest, Stephen John, who came into the estates on his father's death, was a real home bird he never left Scarhaven for more than a day or two at a time all his life. And he never married he was a real old bachelor, almost a woman-hater.
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