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"Well, anyway," continued Gilling, "there he was, and thence he eventually emerged, with a kit-bag. He got into a taxi, and Swallow heard him order its driver to go to King's Cross. Now Swallow was there alone and he had just before that met his man scooting round to see if there was a rear exit from the Fragonard, and he hadn't returned.
And on the second night Copplestone intimated plainly that in his opinion they were wasting their time. "How do we even know that they ever came to Bristol?" he asked, as he and Gilling refreshed themselves with a much needed dinner. "The Falmouth landlord saw Chatfield take tickets for Bristol! That's nothing to go on! Put it to yourself in this way.
Copplestone made all arrangements for their reception, and after snatching a couple of hours' sleep was up to receive them. By two o'clock in the morning Sir Cresswell and the old solicitor and Gilling smuggled into their sitting-room had heard all he had to tell about Zachary Spurge and his story. "We must have that fellow at the inquest," said Petherton. "At any cost we must have him!
"And what sort of man was Mr. Greyle?" inquired Gilling. "That's really the important thing. You've an exceptionally good memory I can see that. Tell us all you can recollect about him." "I can recollect plenty," replied the landlord, shaking his head. "As for his looks a tallish, slightly-built young fellow, between, I should say, twenty-five and twenty-eight. Stooped a good bit.
Gilling took the message from Sir Cresswell and thoughtfully read it over. Then he handed it back and motioned the old seaman to look at Spurge. "I think you ought to know what this man has just told us, sir," he said. "We've got a story from him that exactly fits in with what Chatfield told Mr. Vickers when the Pike returned to carry him off yesterday.
Her name was Ethel Gilling, Saunders said, and told me that young Clayton was, in secret, deeply in love with her. Would her father arrive and put a premature end to our conspiracy? I feared that he might. Saunders asked me a good deal about my berth and position, and I fancy he envied me.
"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."
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!"
"Let's make dead certain of everything," he said after a long pause. "Don't let's leave any loophole." "Oh, we'll leave nothing here at any rate," replied Gilling, confidently. "But you'll find in the morning that we already know almost everything." In this he was right. The doctor's story was a plain one.
Greyle get any message from the yacht about her daughter Andrius said he'd sent one, anyway." "A lie!" replied Gilling. "She got no message. The only consolation she had was that you and Copplestone were with Miss Greyle. Well, first thing next morning Swallow and Mrs. Greyle set every possible means to work.
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