"Warn them, if necessary, that the man they have known as Marston Greyle is an impostor, and that everything they are handling belongs to Miss Greyle.

The Scarhaven people know me, of course--there ought not to be any great difficulty with them--and as regards the yacht people--" "You know," interrupted Mrs.Greyle, "that this man--the impostor--has made himself very popular with the people here?
You saw how they cheered him after the inquest?
You don't think there is danger in Audrey going down there ?" "Wouldn't it be enough if you and I went ?" suggested Copplestone.

"It's very late to drag Miss Greyle out." "I'm sorry, but it's absolutely necessary," said Vickers.

"If your story is true--I mean, of course, since it is true--Miss Greyle is owner and mistress, and she must be on the spot.

It's all we can do, anyway," he continued, as Audrey, wrapped in a big ulster, came back to the parlour.