Spargo shook his head. "I don't know. Probably. They know something. And look here!" Spargo put his hand in his breast pocket and drew something out which he handed to Breton, who gazed at it curiously. "What's this?" he demanded. "Stamps?" "That, from the description of Criedir, the stamp-dealer, is a sheet of those rare Australian stamps which Maitland had on him carried on him.

"Just so," said Mr. Criedir. "Which makes me think that he was going to see Mr. Cardlestone when he was set upon, murdered, and robbed." Spargo looked fixedly at the retired stamp-dealer. "What, going to see an elderly gentleman in his rooms in the Temple, to offer to sell him philatelic rarities at past midnight?" he said. "I think not much!" "All right," replied Mr. Criedir.