Well--it's all very queer," he went on, as he rose to leave.

"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.
Now that he was alone, for the first time since meeting Audrey Greyle on the beach, he was able to reflect on certain events of the afternoon in uninterrupted fashion.

He thought over them as he walked back towards the "Admiral's Arms." It was certainly a strange thing that Bassett Oliver, after remarking to the fisherman that he had known a Mr.Marston Greyle in America, and hearing that the Squire of Scarhaven had been in that country, should have gone up to the house saying that he would call on the Squire and should never have been seen again.

It was certainly strange that if this Marston Greyle, of Scarhaven, had met Bassett Oliver in America he should have completely forgotten the fact.