Scarhaven Keep
When the great actor, Bassett Oliver, who was a martinet for punctuality, failed to turn up to a rehearsal which he himself had called, his business manager guessed that something had happened. It had. But it took more than one set of brains to discover the truth, and another set of very curious circumstances was mixed up in it. Copplestone, the young dramatist, helping to solve the mystery, found himself suddenly in love; and the solution and his happiness were discovered together.
lady stepped forward.
"I was talking to Oliver about the coast scenery between here and Northborough the other day--Friday," he remarked. "He'd never seen it--I told him I used to know it pretty well once. He said he'd try and see something of it on Sunday--yesterday, you know. And, I say--" here he came closer to the two managers and lowered his voice--"that coast is very wild, lonely, and a good bit dangerous--sharp and precipitous cliffs. Eh?"
Rothwell clapped a hand on Stafford's arm.
"You'd really better be off to Northborough," he said with decision. "You're sure to come across traces of him. Go to the 'Golden Apple'--then the station. Wire or telephone me--here. Of course, this rehearsal's off. About this evening--oh, well, a lot may happen before then. But go at once--I believe you can get expresses from here to North-borough pretty often."
"I'll go with you--if I may," said Copplestone suddenly. "I might be of use. There's that cab still at the door, you know--shall we run
