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Marbury was in reality one John Maitland, a bank manager, of Market Milcaster, who got ten years' penal servitude in 1891 for embezzlement." "In 1891? Why that's just about the time that Aylmore says he knew him!" "Exactly. And it just strikes me," said Spargo, sitting down at his desk and making a hurried note, "it just strikes me didn't Aylmore say he knew Marbury in London?"

Spargo's fingers went instinctively to one of a number of books of reference which stood on his desk: they turned with practised swiftness to a page over which his eye ran just as swiftly. He read aloud: "AYLMORE, STEPHEN, M.P. for Brookminster since 1910. Residences: 23, St. Osythe Court, Kensington: Buena Vista, Great Marlow. Member Atlantic and Pacific and City Venturers' Clubs.

"You'll find the whole story there I'm going to write it tonight when you people have gone. It'll make good reading." Evelyn and Jessie Aylmore took Spargo's hint and went away, Spargo seeing them to the door with another assurance of his belief in their father's innocence and his determination to hunt down the real criminal.

He took the oath Scotch fashion with the same readiness and turned easily to the Treasury Counsel. And Spargo, glancing quickly round, saw that the court was breathless with anticipation, and that its anticipation was that the new witness was going to tell something which related to the evidence just given by Aylmore. "Your name is David Lyell?" "That is my name, sir."

Marbury if that is the dead man's real name, and anyway, it's all we know him by was in the company of Mr. Aylmore that night. Good!" "What are you going to do about it?" asked Breton. "Do? See Mr. Aylmore, of course." He was turning over the leaves of a telephone address-book; one hand had already picked up the mouthpiece of the instrument on his desk. "Look here," said Breton. "I know where Mr.

"There's no necessity to prove motive in murder," he said. "But I'll tell you what, Spargo if the prosecution can show that Aylmore had a motive for getting rid of Marbury, if they could prove that it was to Aylmore's advantage to silence him why, then, I don't think he's a chance." "I see. But so far no motive, no reason for his killing Marbury has been shown." "I know of none."

He won't say where he won't say anything definite he won't even say what he, Aylmore, himself was in those days. Do you recollect anything of anybody like Aylmore coming here to see Maitland, Mr. Quarterpage?" "I don't," answered Mr. Quarterpage. "Maitland was a very quiet, retiring fellow, sir: he was about the quietest man in the town.

"I was wondering, when you called just now, if I would communicate with you or with the police. The fact is I suppose you want this for your paper, eh?" he continued after a sudden breaking off. "I shall not print anything that you wish me not to print," answered Spargo. "If you care to give me any information " "Oh, well!" said Mr. Aylmore. "I don't mind. The fact is, I knew next to nothing.

Aylmore, having been sworn, and asked a question or two by the Coroner, requested permission to tell, in his own way, what he knew of the dead man and of this sad affair; and having received that permission, he went on in a calm, unimpassioned manner to repeat precisely what he had told Spargo. It sounded a very plain, ordinary story. He had known Marbury many years ago.

"But," he added, with a sly laugh, "I suppose you want some more good copy, eh?" Spargo glanced at his watch, rose, and picked up his hat. "I'll tell you what I want," he said. "I want to know who John Marbury was. That would make good copy. Who he was twenty twenty-five forty years ago. Eh?" "And you think Mr. Aylmore can tell?" asked Breton. "Mr.

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