"It is so--you have guessed correctly!" "Very well, then--the Marston Greyle who wrote this, and those letters, and who met Bassett Oliver was without doubt the son of Marcus Greyle, who went to America many years ago.

He was the same Marston Greyle, who, his father being dead, of course succeeded his uncle, Stephen John Greyle--that seems an absolute certainty.

And in that case," continued Mrs.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.