Copplestone, watching the effect, saw that neither Sir Cresswell nor Petherton showed surprise.

Petherton indeed, smiled as if he had anticipated all that Gilling had to say.
"I told you that I knew the Greyle family solicitors," he observed.

"I find that they have only once seen the man whom we will call the Squire.
Chatfield brought him there.

He produced proofs of identification--papers which Chatfield no doubt took from the dead man.

Of course, the solicitors never doubted for a moment that he was the real Marston Greyle!--never dreamed of fraud: Well--the next step.