Not--not of this, I think.

Anyway, they do suspect him, and Gilling's had his eye on him ever since he came here.
And I'd like to fetch Gilling in here, and I'd like him to know all that Mr.Dennie's told us.

Because, don't you see, Sir Cresswell and Petherton ought to know all that, immediately, and Gilling's their man." Audrey's brows had been gathering in lines of dismay and perplexity all the time Copplestone was talking, but her mother showed no signs of anything but complete composure, crowned by something very like satisfaction, and she nodded a ready acquiescence in Copplestone's proposal.
"By all means!" she responded.

"Bring Mr.Gilling in at once." Copplestone hurried out into the garden and signalled to the pseudo-curate, who came hurrying across from the quay.

One glance at him showed Copplestone that something had happened.
"Gad!--I thought I should never attract your attention!" said Gilling hastily.