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Gilbert Doyle felt that he ought to be astonished. But he was long past feeling anything of the kind. It seemed odd all the same that the mystery surrounding the little knot of people gathered together at the Moat House should be known outside the circle. Did everybody know all about it, he wondered? Was the secret shared by the officials at Greystone? Perhaps, Marston divined something of this, for he smiled.
"You need not be astonished," he said. "I daresay you are wondering how many more people know of this business. I assure you that nobody else is in it. But you may rest assured that few of Bernard Beard's rascalities are concealed from me."