"I don't know naught of the sort.

I tell you, Mr.Vickers, I do _not_ know that the man what we've known as the Squire of Scarhaven for a year gone by is _not_ the rightful Squire--I do not! Fact, sir! But"-- he lowered his voice, and his sly eyes became slyer and craftier--"but I won't deny that during this last week or two I may have had my suspicions aroused, that there was something wrong--I don't deny that, Mr.Vickers." Vickers heard this with amazement.

Young as he was, he had had various dealings with Peter Chatfield, and he had an idea that he knew something of him, subtle old fellow though he was, and he believed that Chatfield was now speaking the truth.

But, in that case, what of Copplestone's revelation about the Falmouth and Bristol affair and the dead man?
He thought rapidly, and then determined to take a strong line.
"Chatfield!" he said.

"You're trying to bluff me.