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The man addressed listened in silent attention, and showed no sign of any surprise. As soon as Vickers had finished he turned, hurried down a stairway, remained below for a few minutes, and came up again. "Will you kindly step this way, Miss Greyle and gentlemen?" he said politely. "You must remember that I am only a servant. If you will come down "
"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 should like to repeat it to my principals I must go up to town in any event this afternoon. Better let me have all those documents, Mr. Dennie I'll give you a proper receipt for them. There's something very valuable in them, anyhow." "What?" asked Copplestone. "The address in St. Louis from which that Marston Greyle wrote to Bassett Oliver." replied Gilling.
"Just so but there was one danger-spot which must have given Chatfield and his accomplices a good many uneasy hours," answered Copplestone. "You know that Marston Greyle actually registered in his own name at Falmouth and was known to the land lord and the doctor there." "Yes and Falmouth is three hundred miles from London and five hundred from Scarhaven," replied Gilling dryly.
This old gentleman, when the inquest came to its extraordinary end and the crowd went out murmuring and disputing, separated himself from his companions and made his way towards Mrs. Greyle and her daughter, who were quietly setting out homewards. To Audrey's surprise the two elders shook hands in silence, and inspected each other with a palpable wistfulness of look.
"But what's the use of talking about that, my old friend! The young man is in possession and there you are!" "Do you like the young man?" asked Mr. Dennie. "I take an old fellow's privilege in asking direct questions, you know. And though we haven't seen each other for all these years you can say anything tome." "No, we don't," replied Mrs. Greyle.
I got a wire from Miss Greyle late this evening, asking me to meet you here when the London train got in and to go on to Scarhaven with you at once. She added the words urgent business so " "Then in heaven's name, let's be off!" exclaimed Copplestone. "It'll take us a good hour and a quarter as it is.
Greyle, looking earnestly from one to the other, "in that case who is the man now at Scarhaven Keep?" A dead silence fell on the little room. Audrey started and flushed at her mother's eager, pregnant question; Mr. Dennie sat up very erect and took a pinch of snuff from his old-fashioned box. Copplestone pushed his chair away from the table and began to walk about. And Mrs.
All I should say at present is that if or as, for I'm sure the fisherman repeated accurately what he heard as Oliver said he met somebody called Marston Greyle in America, why I conclude he did. That's all. Now, won't you please let me see you through these dark woods?"
"How does this relate to my brother's death? What's the connection? That to me at any rate is the first thing of importance. Of course I have a theory. This, that the impostor did see my brother last Sunday afternoon. That he knew that my brother would at once know that he, the impostor, was not the real Marston Greyle, and that the discovery would lead to detection.
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