"Professional pride!" he said. "All right. I want you to come in here with me--to Mrs. Greyle's. Something's happened here, too. And of such a serious nature that I've taken the liberty of telling them who and what you really are. You'll forgive me when you hear what it is that we've learnt here this morning." Gilling had looked rather doubtful at Copplestone's announcement, but he immediately turned towards the cottage. "Oh, well!" he said good-naturedly. "I'm sure you wouldn't have told if you hadn't felt there was good reason. What is this fresh news?--something about--him?" "Very much about him," answered Copplestone. "Come in." He himself, at Mrs. Greyle's request, gave Gilling a brief account of Mr. 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. "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, 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. "We can communicate with that address--at once. We may learn something there. But," he went on, turning to Mrs. 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, Mrs. Greyle? You can tell me?" "He came very quietly," replied Mrs. 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." "I do wish you'd leave all that out, mother!" exclaimed Audrey. "I don't like it." "Whether you like it or not, it's the fact," said Mrs. 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." "Ah!" said Gilling. "That's interesting. Now I wonder if you found out if he was well up in the family history?" "Not then, but afterwards," answered Mrs. Greyle. "He is particularly well up in the Greyle records--suspiciously well up." "Why suspiciously?" asked Cobblestone.