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CHAPTER IX MR GREYQUILL'S VISIT,"Bill, Oh Bill! where 'bouts are you?" Maurice's voice sounded muffled and far away to his chum's ears.,She spoke again to the phantom, but this[Pg 324] time in such a mere muttering of words that the listener caught nothing of her meaning, and then sank her figure in a profoundly respectful curtsy whilst she seemed to kiss a hand extended to her.,He came out of his abstraction with a start and glanced at her, almost guiltily. "Yes, Chick.","She's not the Minorca?" cried the Admiral.,"You're right, he is. Well, what's he goin' to do now? He can't work, kin he?","Give Perry my kind regards," said Captain Acton.,"I had anticipated his doing something like this and had provided against it. Old man Scroggie, the original owner of this land, had left a will, bequeathing all he owned to a young man of this district, Stanhope by name. Scroggie, I knew, was afraid of the will coming to light and I worked on this fear. It was known throughout this community that the one friend old Scroggie had trusted was Spencer, the store-keeper, who, having quarreled with the elder Stanhope over a survey of property, held a secret grudge against his son, Frank.","You saw it?" Maurice, who could not think of questioning his chum's word, gasped in amazement.,"Do you know the Minorca?",Billy glanced at the window, poorly protected by a cotton mosquito screen, and shivered.,Anson sat up suddenly..