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And the next thing, now that we know Marston Greyle lies behind us there, is to get back to town and catch the chap who took his place. We'll wire to Swallow and to Petherton and get the next express." Sir Cresswell Oliver and Petherton were in conference with Swallow at the solicitor's office when Gilling and Copplestone arrived there in the early afternoon.
And there are three people Mr. Petherton and I would like to speak to, privately the fisherman, Ewbank, Mr. Marston Greyle, and Mrs. Valentine Greyle. We should like to hear Ewbank's story for ourselves; we certainly want to see the Squire; and I, personally, wish to see Mrs. Greyle because, from what Mr.
Louis, and there, of course, Bassett, as usual, was much fêted and went out a great deal, lunching with people and so on. One day he came to me, 'By-the-bye, Dennie! he said, 'I met that Mr. Marston Greyle today who sent me that romantic one-act thing. He wanted to know if I'd read it, and I had to confess that it was in your hands. Have you looked at it? I, too, had to confess I hadn't.
In one of these inspections he caught sight of Copplestone, and spoke to Chatfield, who immediately sent one of his body-guard through the throng. "Mr. Greyle says will you go forward, sir?" said the man. "Your friend can go in too, if he likes." "That's your clerical garb," whispered Copplestone as he and Gilling made their way to the door. "But why this sudden politeness?"
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.
And I tell you what's plain too, Copplestone Miss Audrey Greyle is the lady of Scarhaven! Good luck to her! You'll no doubt be glad to communicate the glad tidings!" Copplestone made no answer. He was utterly confounded by the recent revelations and was wondering what the mother and daughter in the little cottage so far away in the grey north would say when all these things were told them.
"May I come in tomorrow and tell you what's being done? I'm sure Stafford means to leave no stone unturned he's tremendously keen about it." "Do!" said Mrs. Greyle, heartily. "But the probability is that you'll see us out and about in the morning we spend most of our time out of doors, having little else to do." Copplestone went away feeling more puzzled than ever.
Dennie you've seen him, too." "On the stage on the stage!" murmured the old actor, as he shook hands with the girl. "Um! I wonder if any of us are ever really off it! This affair, for instance there's a drama for you! By the-bye this young Squire he's your relation, of course?" "My nephew-in-law, and Audrey's cousin," replied Mrs. Greyle. Mr.
Oh, he'll have followed him all right I don't imagine for a moment that Greyle is trying to evade anybody, at this juncture, at any rate." But when four hours later the train drew into King's Cross and Gilling's partner, a young and sharp-looking man, presented himself, it was with a long and downcast face and a lugubrious shake of the head.
Greyle in a state of great anxiety. Her daughter had gone with you two to the yacht and had never returned; Mrs. Greyle, watching from her windows, had seen the yacht go out to sea. Swallow found her, of course, seriously alarmed as to what had happened. Of course, he told her what he had come down for and they consulted. Next morning " "Stop a bit," interrupted Vickers. "Didn't Mrs.
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