Tell me--is that right what you said to me on deck, that the man who has called himself Marston Greyle is not so at all ?" "Absolutely right," replied Vickers.
"An impostor ?" demanded Andrius.
"He is!" "And never had any right to--anything ?" "No right whatever!" "Then," said Andrius, with a polite inclination of his head and shoulders to Audrey, "the truth is that everything of the Scarhaven property belongs to this lady ?" "Everything!" exclaimed Vickers.

"Land, houses, furniture, valuables--everything.

All the property which you have on this yacht--pictures, china, silver, books, objects of art, as I am instructed, removed from the house--are Miss Greyle's sole property.

Once more I warn you of what you are doing, and I demand that you immediately return to Scarhaven.

This very yacht belongs to Miss Greyle!" Andrius nodded, looked fixedly at the young solicitor for a moment, and then rose.
"I am obliged to you," he said.