If they catch an evening express at King's Cross they'll get here early in the morning.

If they like to motor from Norcaster they can get here in the small hours.
But--they must be here for that inquest." Greyle was talking to Chatfield at the foot of the Keep when they got down.

The agent turned surlily away, but the Squire looked at both with an unmistakable eagerness.
"There's no doubt whatever that Oliver fell from the parapet," said Copplestone.

"The marks of a fall are there--quite unmistakably." Greyle nodded, but made no remark, and the two made their way through the still eager crowd and went down to the village post-office.

Both were wondering, as they went, about the same thing--the evident anxiety and mental uneasiness of Marston Greyle..