And as a result of what he said to them, I heard them decide to break up their journey into stages, as you might term it.

They left here for Bristol that afternoon--to stay the night there." "You're sure of that ?--Bristol ?" asked Gilling.
"Ought to be," replied the landlord, with laconic assurance.

"I went to the station with them and saw them off.

They booked to Bristol--anyway--first class." Gilling looked at his companion.
"I think we'd better see this Dr.Tretheway," he remarked.
Dr.Tretheway, an elderly man of grave manners and benevolent aspect, remembered the visit of Mr.Marston Greyle well enough when he had turned up its date in his case book.

He also remembered the visitor's companion, Mr.Chatfield, who seemed unusually anxious and concerned about Mr.
Greyle's health.
"And as to that," continued Dr.Tretheway, "I learnt from Mr.Greyle that he had been seriously indisposed for some months before setting out for England.