No, I never heard any more." "Did they give you any address, either of them ?" asked Copplestone, seeing that Gilling had no more to ask.
"No," replied the doctor, "they did not.

I knew of course, from what they told me that Mr.Greyle had come off the _Araconda_ the night before, and that he was passing on.

No--I only gathered that they were going to the neighbourhood of Norcaster from the fact that Mr.Greyle asked if a journey to that place would be too much for him--he said with a laugh, that over there in the United States a journey of five hundred miles would be considered a mere jaunt! He was very plucky, poor fellow, but--" Dr.Tretheway ended with a significant shake of the head, and his two visitors left him and went out into the autumn sunlight.
"Copplestone!" said Gilling as they walked away.

"That chap--the real Marston Greyle--is dead! That's as certain as that we're alive! And now the next thing is to find out where he died and when.

And by George, that's going to be a big job!" "How are you going to set about it ?" asked Copplestone.