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 			<p>He himself, at <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Greyle’s request, gave Gilling a brief account of <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Dennie’s revelations, the old actor supplementing it with a shrewd remark or two. And then all four turned to Gilling as to an expert in these matters.</p>
 			<p>“Queer!” observed Gilling. “Decidedly queer! There may be some explanation, you know: I’ve known stranger things than that turn out to be perfectly straight and plain when they were gone into. But⁠—putting all the facts together⁠—I don’t think there’s much doubt that there’s something considerably wrong in this case. 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, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Dennie⁠—I’ll give you a proper receipt for them. There’s something very valuable in them, anyhow.”</p>
 			<p>“What?” asked Copplestone.</p>
-			<p>“The address in <abbr>St.</abbr> Louis from which that Marston Greyle wrote to Bassett Oliver.” replied Gilling. “We can communicate with that address⁠—at once. We may learn something there. But,” he went on, turning to <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Greyle, “I want to learn something here⁠—and now. I want to know where and under what circumstances the Squire came to Scarhaven. You were here then, of course, <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Greyle? You can tell me?”</p>
+			<p>“The address in <abbr>St.</abbr> Louis from which that Marston Greyle wrote to Bassett Oliver,” replied Gilling. “We can communicate with that address⁠—at once. We may learn something there. But,” he went on, turning to <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Greyle, “I want to learn something here⁠—and now. I want to know where and under what circumstances the Squire came to Scarhaven. You were here then, of course, <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Greyle? You can tell me?”</p>
 			<p>“He came very quietly,” replied <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Greyle. “Nobody in Scarhaven⁠—unless it was Peter Chatfield⁠—knew of his coming. In fact, nobody in these parts, at any rate⁠—knew he was in England. The family solicitors in London may have known. But nothing was ever said or written to me, though my daughter, failing this man, is the next in succession.”</p>
 			<p>“I do wish you’d leave all that out, mother!” exclaimed Audrey. “I don’t like it.”</p>
 			<p>“Whether you like it or not, it’s the fact,” said <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Greyle imperturbably, “and it can’t be left out. Well, as I say, no one knew the Squire had come to England, until one day Chatfield calmly walked down the quay with him, introducing him right and left. He brought him here.”</p>

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 			<p>Vickers shook his head as if this were a problem he would give up. It was beyond him, he said, to even guess at what Andrius was after, or what was going to happen. And nothing did happen until, as the three prisoners sat at dinner with their polite gaoler, the <i epub:type="se:name.vessel.ship">Pike</i> came to a sudden stop and hung gently on a quiet sea. Andrius looked up and smiled.</p>
 			<p>“A pleasant night for your landing,” he remarked. “Don’t hurry⁠—but there will be a boat ready for you as soon as dinner is over.”</p>
 			<p>“And where are we?” asked Vickers.</p>
-			<p>“That, my dear sir, you will see when you land.” replied Andrius. “You will, at any rate, be quite comfortable for the night, and in the morning, I think, you will be able to journey⁠—wherever you wish to go to.”</p>
+			<p>“That, my dear sir, you will see when you land,” replied Andrius. “You will, at any rate, be quite comfortable for the night, and in the morning, I think, you will be able to journey⁠—wherever you wish to go to.”</p>
 			<p>There was something in the smile which accompanied the last words which made Copplestone uneasy. But the prospect of regaining their liberty was too good⁠—he kept his own counsel. And half an hour later, he, Audrey and Vickers, stood on deck, looking down on a boat alongside, in which were two or three of the crew and a man holding a lantern. In front was the dark sea, and ahead a darker mass which they took to be land.</p>
 			<p>“You won’t tell us what this place is?” said Vickers as he was about to follow the others into the boat. “It’s on the mainland, of course?”</p>
 			<p>“The morning light, my good sir, will show you everything,” replied Andrius. “Be content that I have kept my promise⁠—you have come off luckily,” he added with a significant look.</p>

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 			<p>Copplestone had listened carefully to the newcomer’s voice; more particularly to his accent. He had already gathered sufficient knowledge of Scarhaven to know that this man was the Squire, the master of the old house and grey ruin in the wood above the cliff; he also happened to know, being something of an archaeologist and well acquainted with family histories, that there had been Greyles of Scarhaven for many hundred years. And he wondered how it was that though this Greyle’s voice was pleasant and cultured enough, its accent was decidedly American.</p>
 			<p>“Perhaps I’d better explain,” said Copplestone. “I’ve already told most of it to this lady, but you will both understand more fully if I tell you more. It’s this way⁠—” and he went on to tell everything that had happened and come to light since one o’clock that day. “So you see, it’s here,” he concluded; “we’re absolutely certain that Oliver went out of the Admiral’s Arms up there about half past two yesterday, but⁠—where? From that moment, no one seems to have seen him. Yet how he could come along this village street, this quay, without being seen⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“He need not have come along the quayside,” interrupted the girl. “There is a cliff path just below the inn which leads up to the Keep.”</p>
-			<p>“Also, he mayn’t have taken this side of the bay, either.” remarked Greyle. “He may have chosen the other. You didn’t see or hear of him on your side, Audrey?”</p>
+			<p>“Also, he mayn’t have taken this side of the bay, either,” remarked Greyle. “He may have chosen the other. You didn’t see or hear of him on your side, Audrey?”</p>
 			<p>“Nothing!” replied the girl. “Nothing!”</p>
 			<p>Marston Greyle had fallen into line with the other two, and they were now walking along the quay in the direction of the Admiral’s Arms. And presently Stafford, accompanied by a policeman, came hurriedly round a corner and quickened his steps at sight of Copplestone. The policeman, evidently much puzzled and interested, saluted the Squire obsequiously as the two groups met.</p>
 			<p>“No news at all!” exclaimed Stafford, glancing at Copplestone’s companions. “You got any?”</p>

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 			<p>Chatfield’s small eyes grew smaller with suspicious curiosity.</p>
 			<p>“Oh?” he said questioningly. “Then⁠—what might you be here for, mister?”</p>
 			<p>Copplestone stood up and rang the bell.</p>
-			<p>“That’s my business.” he answered. “Sorry I can’t give you any more time,” he went on as <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Wooler opened the door. “I’m engaged now. If you or <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Greyle want to see <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Oliver’s friends I believe his brother, Sir Cresswell Oliver, will be here tomorrow⁠—he’s been wired for anyhow.”</p>
+			<p>“That’s my business,” he answered. “Sorry I can’t give you any more time,” he went on as <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Wooler opened the door. “I’m engaged now. If you or <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Greyle want to see <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Oliver’s friends I believe his brother, Sir Cresswell Oliver, will be here tomorrow⁠—he’s been wired for anyhow.”</p>
 			<p>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.</p>
 			<p>“Sir Cresswell Oliver!” he exclaimed. “Did you say, sir?”</p>
 			<p>“I said Sir Cresswell Oliver⁠—quite plainly,” answered Copplestone.</p>