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"You see how it must have happened," whispered Greyle, as they all bent round the dead man. "He must have fallen from the very top of the Keep from the parapet, in fact and plunged through this mass of green stuff above us.
"He isn't or wasn't the sort of man anybody could forget, once they'd met him. Anyhow did he come to your house yesterday afternoon as this man suggests?" Marston Greyle drew himself up. He looked Stafford up and down. Then he made a slight gesture to the girl, whose face had already assumed a troubled expression. "If I had seen Mr.
"As things go, it would be from October 4th to 6th, according to the quickness of her run across the Atlantic. Very well if Marston Greyle stayed here, he'd have to stay at some hotel. Accordingly, we visit all the Falmouth hotels and examine their registers of that date first week of October, 1912. If we find his name good! We can then go on to make inquiries.
Dennie, who had walked along with them towards their cottage, stopped in a quiet stretch of the quay, and looked meditatively at Audrey. "Then this young lady," he said, "is next heir to the Greyle estates, eh? For I understand this present Squire isn't married. Therefore " "Oh, that's something that isn't worth thinking about," replied Mrs. Greyle hastily.
Here," he went on, drawing a paper from his desk, "is a cablegram which arrived first thing this morning from New York from an agent who has been making a search for me in the shipping lists. This is what he says: 'Marston Greyle, St. Louis, Missouri, booked first-class passenger from New York to Falmouth, England, by S.S. Araconda, September 28th, 1912. There that's something definite.
"There's no need for you to tell anything against yourself, you know." "Me!" exclaimed Addie. "Why, I've been playing good angel all day long me incriminate myself, indeed! If Miss Greyle there only knew what I'd done for her! look here," she continued, suddenly turning to Sir Cresswell. "I've come to tell all about it.
"What do you think about this extraordinary story of Bassett Oliver's having met a Marston Greyle over there in America?" he asked abruptly. "What do people here think about it?" "We're not in a position to hear much of what other people think," answered Mrs. Greyle.
What we must do tomorrow morning is to see the Registrar or, as there will be more than one in a place this size each of them in turn, in the endeavour to find out if, early in October, 1912, Peter Chatfield registered the death of Marston Greyle here. But remember he may not have registered it under that name. He may, indeed, not have used his own name he's deep enough for anything.
Bassett thereupon wrote to the author and said what I, his reader, thought, and kindly offered, as he knew Gaines intimately, to show the little work to him on his return to England. And this Mr. Marston Greyle wrote back, thanking Bassett warmly and accepting his kind offer. Accordingly, I brought the play with me to England.
You'd better turn all your attention to that, Gilling you and Swallow. As for Chatfield and his daughter, I suppose we shall have to approach the police." Copplestone presently went home to his rooms in Jermyn Street, puzzled and wondering; And there, lying on top of a pile of letters, he found a telegram from Audrey Greyle.
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