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Then, looking at Breton significantly, he added, "If you can give me those few minutes, now ?" "Yes yes!" responded Ronald Breton, nodding. "I understand. Evelyn I'll leave you and Jessie to Mr. Elphick; I must go." Mr. Elphick seized Spargo once more. "My dear sir!" he said, eagerly. "Do you do you think I could possibly see the body?" "It's at the mortuary," answered Spargo.
And from Australia. Well I should like to see the body." Spargo and Breton had to wait outside the mortuary while the two elder gentlemen went in. There was nothing to be learnt from either when they reappeared. "We don't know the man," said Mr. Elphick, calmly. "As Mr.
And there, calmly confronting him, a benevolent, yet somewhat deprecating expression on his spectacled and placid face, stood Mr. Elphick, a smoking cap on his head, a tasseled smoking jacket over his dress shirt, and a short pipe in his hand. Spargo was taken aback: Mr. Elphick apparently was not. He held the door well open, and motioned the journalist to enter. "Come in, Mr. Spargo," he said.
"Tell them to keep up their hearts and their courage." Spargo went round again to the Temple that night at nine o'clock, asking himself over and over again two questions the first, how much does Elphick know? the second, how much shall I tell him?
All the same, I do know that man he's Mr. Cardlestone, another barrister. He and Mr. Elphick are friends they're both enthusiastic philatelists stamp collectors, you know and I dare say Mr. Elphick was round there last night examining something new Cardlestone's got hold of. Why?" "I'd like to go round there and make some enquiries," replied Spargo. "If you'd be kind enough to "
Elphick knows is that Mr. Ronald Breton's name and address were on the scrap of paper found on the body. Mr. Elphick" here Spargo paused and looked at Breton "Mr. Elphick," he presently continued, slowly transferring his glance to the old barrister, "spoke of going to view the body." "Ah!" exclaimed Mr. Cardlestone, eagerly. "It can be seen? Then I'll go and see it. Where is it?" Breton started.
In another minute he was walking out of the gallery in rear of the two sisters. "Very good very good, indeed," he said, absent-mindedly. "I thought he put his facts very clearly and concisely." Downstairs, in the corridor, Ronald Breton was talking to Mr. Elphick.
Cardlestone, white and shaking, was lying back in his chair; Elphick, scarcely less alarmed, had risen, and was coming forward with trembling limbs. "Wait a moment," said Breton, soothingly. "Don't alarm yourself. We'll deal with Mr. Myerst here first. Now, Myerst, my man, sit down in that chair it's the heaviest the place affords. Into it, now! Spargo, you see that coil of rope there.
"I know a man who lives in that house. In fact, I visited him last night, and did not leave until nearly midnight. And this unfortunate man had Mr. Ronald Breton's name and address in his pocket?" Spargo nodded. He looked at Breton, and pulled out his watch. Just then he had no idea of playing the part of informant to Mr. Elphick. "Yes, that's so," he answered shortly.
He was moving away when Elphick caught him by the sleeve. "A word just a word!" he said. "You you have not told the the boy Ronald of what you know? You haven't?" "I haven't," replied Spargo. Elphick tightened his grip on Spargo's sleeve. He looked into his face beseechingly. "Promise me promise me, Mr. Spargo, that you won't tell him until you have seen me in the morning!" he implored.
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