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Greyle want to see Mr. Oliver's friends I believe his brother, Sir Cresswell Oliver, will be here tomorrow he's been wired for anyhow." Chatfield's mouth opened as he picked up his hat. He stared at this self-assured young man as if he were something quite new to him. "Sir Cresswell Oliver!" he exclaimed. "Did you say, sir?" "I said Sir Cresswell Oliver quite plainly," answered Copplestone.
And," he added, with a significant glance all round, "I shall be a deal more use as a friend nor what I should be as what you might term an enemy Mr. Vickers knows that." Vickers held a short consultation with Audrey, the result of which was that the paper was duly signed, Witnessed, and deposited in Chatfield's pocket. And Chatfield nodded his satisfaction. "All right," he said.
"For the master is afraid of the man." "Ah! but which is master and which is man?" asked Audrey in a low voice. Copplestone stopped and looked narrowly at her. "Oh?" he said quietly, "so you've seen that?" "Does it need much observation?" she replied. "My mother and I have known for some time that Marston Greyle is entirely under Peter Chatfield's thumb.
Chatfield's suitable entertainment with gin and cigars, and making an end of his dinner, drew up a chair to the fire opposite his visitor. "You are upset, Mr. Chatfield?" he remarked. "Now, why?" Chatfield sipped his gin and water, and flourished a cigar with a comprehensive wave of his big fat hand. "Oh, in general, sir!" he said.
"That's where it was placed by Chatfield, according to Zachary Spurge." "And of course Chatfield's removed it during the night," remarked Gilling. "That message which Sir Cresswell read us must have been all wrong the Pike's come south and she's been somewhere about maybe been in that cove at the end of the glen though she'll have cleared out of it hours ago!" he concluded disappointedly.
"Old Chatfield's daughter's gone in there, where Andrius went. Just now!" "What the play-actress!" said Spurge. "You don't say, guv'nor? Ha! that explains everything that's the missing link! Ha! But we'll soon know what they're after, Mr. Copplestone. Follow me quiet as a mouse." Once more submitting to be led, Copplestone followed his queer guide along the alley.
To each of these three young people this was the most surprising moment which life had yet afforded. It was an astonishing thing to find a fellow mortal there at all, but to find that mortal was the Scarhaven estate agent was literally short of marvellous. What was also astounding was to see Chatfield's only too evident distress.
"MR. ELKIN Please place the contents of the nine cases sent herewith to the credit of the Greyle Estate. "PETER CHATFIELD, Agent." Amidst a chorus of exclamations Sir Cresswell asked a sharp question. "Is that really Chatfield's signature?" "Oh, undoubtedly!" replied Mr. Elkin. "Not a doubt of it. Of course, as soon as I saw it, I closely questioned the greengrocer. But he knew nothing.
"You think there's no doubt that gold was removed this morning by Chatfield's daughter?" he said to Copplestone as they went back to the centre of the town together, Gilling and Vickers having turned aside elsewhere and Spurge gone to the hospital to ask for news of his cousin. "You think she was the woman whose footprints you saw up there at the Beaver's Glen?"
Margaret Sayers.......MISS ADELA CHATFIELD. "And now look at that!" continued Gilling, with an accentuation of his triumphal note. "See! These people were here for a fortnight from October 3rd to 17th 1912. Therefore if Peter Chatfield brought Marston Greyle to Bristol on October 6th, Peter Chatfield's daughter would also be in the town!"
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