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The farmer was pointing a stubby finger to a photograph, beneath which was written Stephen Aylmore, Esq., M.P. for Brookminster. Spargo, keenly observant and watchful, felt, rather than saw, Breton start; he himself preserved an imperturbable equanimity. He gave a mere glance at the photograph to which Mr. Webster was pointing. "Oh!" he said. "That he?"
Rathbury leaned back in his chair in his apparently favourite attitude and stared hard at the dusty ceiling above him. "Don't know," he said. "It brings things up to a point, certainly. Aylmore and Marbury parted at Waterloo Bridge very late. Waterloo Bridge is pretty well next door to the Temple. But how did Marbury get into the Temple, unobserved?
Jessie Aylmore smiled and followed her guide obediently. And Spargo said nothing, marching stolidly along with his thumbs in his waistcoat pockets, his fingers playing soundless tunes outside, until he had installed himself and his companion in a quiet nook in the old tea-house he had told her of, and had given an order for tea and hot tea-cakes to a waitress who evidently knew him.
It seems to me that after Marbury left Aylmore he probably mooned about by himself, that he was decoyed into the Temple, and was there murdered and robbed. There are a lot of queer ins and outs, nooks and corners in that old spot, Mr. Spargo, and the murderer, if he knew his ground well, could easily hide himself until he could get away in the morning.
"Dainsworth Painsworth something of that sort one of the two. Excellent that our farmer friend should have so much observation. Ah! and why should Mr. Stephen Aylmore be recognized as Dainsworth or Painsworth or something of that sort. Now, who is Mr. Stephen Aylmore beyond being what I know him to be?"
At home, I'm the secretary of our Liberal Ward Club, and last year we had a demonstration, and it fell to me to arrange with the principal speakers. I got Mr. Aylmore to come and speak, and naturally I met him several times, in London and in Scotland." "So that you knew him quite well?" "Oh yes, sir." "Do you see him now, Mr. Lyell?" Lyell smiled and half turned in the box.
I never remember that he had visitors; certainly I've no recollection of such a friend of his as this Aylmore, from your description of him, would be at that time." "Did Maitland go up to London much in those days?" asked Spargo. Mr. Quarterpage laughed.
Also he writes a bit I have accepted two or three articles of his for our literary page." "Well?" "Further, he is engaged to Miss Aylmore, the eldest daughter of Aylmore, the Member of Parliament who has been charged at Bow Street today with the murder of Marbury." "I know. Well, what then, Spargo?" That guardian is Mr. Septimus Elphick, the barrister."
"If I don't see Rathbury tonight I'll see him in the morning," said Spargo. He rose as if to go, but after lingering a moment, sat down again. "Look here," he continued, "I don't know how this thing stands in law, but would it be a very weak case against Aylmore if the prosecution couldn't show some motive for his killing Marbury?" Breton smiled.
You know what you told me to do yesterday as regards Aylmore?" "To get him to tell all? Yes," said Spargo. Breton shook his head. "Stratton his solicitor, you know and I saw him this morning before the police-court proceedings," he continued. "I told him of my talk with you; I even went as far as to tell him that his daughters had been to the Watchman office.
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