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Aylmore, put it in an envelope and the envelope in his pocket and, leaving the office, hailed a taxi-cab, and ordered its driver to take him to the Anglo-Orient Hotel. This was the something-to-do of which he had spoken to Breton: Spargo wanted to do it alone. Mrs. Walters was in her low-windowed office when Spargo entered the hall; she recognized him at once and motioned him into her parlour.
"What d'ye think of today's doings, Spargo?" he asked, as he proceeded to unlock a cupboard. "I think," said Spargo, "that some of you fellows must have had your ears set to tingling." "That's so," assented Rathbury. "Of course, the next thing'll be to find out all about the Mr. Aylmore of twenty years since.
"Oh, I'm all right, thank you," replied Spargo, unconsciously falling back on a favourite formula. "I always like to hear lawyers they manage to say such a lot about about " "About nothing," said Jessie Aylmore. "But there so do gentlemen who write for the papers, don't they?"
"How far did you walk?" "As far as Waterloo Bridge." "Always on the Temple side?" "Just so, sir straight along on that side." "Very good. When you got close to Waterloo Bridge, did you meet anybody you knew?" "Yes." "Mr. Aylmore, the Member of Parliament." Spargo could not avoid a glance at the two sisters. The elder's head was averted; the younger was staring at the witness steadily.
Aylmore to give the explanation he offered a few minutes ago," he said. "Do you suggest anything?" "I suggest, sir, that if Mr. Aylmore desires to give any explanation he should return to the witness-box and submit himself to examination again on his oath," replied the Counsel. "The matter is in your hands." The Coroner turned to Aylmore. "Do you object to that?" he asked.
"Yes I don't think there's much doubt about that. Well, that clears up a lot, doesn't it?" Spargo yawned. "Yes, a whole slate full is wiped off there," he said. "I haven't so much interest in Marbury, or Maitland now. My interest is all in Aylmore." Rathbury nodded. "Yes," he said. "The thing to find out is who is Aylmore, or who was he, twenty years ago?"
Thanks to his own vivid and realistic specials in the Watchman, everybody there had already become well and thoroughly acquainted with the mass of evidence represented by the nine witnesses who had been in the box before Mr. Aylmore entered it. They were familiar, too, with the facts which Mr. Aylmore had permitted Spargo to print after the interview at the club, which Ronald Breton arranged.
Gutch, got hold of the reporter who had been present at Bow Street when Aylmore was brought up that morning. There was nothing new; the authorities had merely asked for another remand. So far as the reporter knew, Aylmore had said nothing fresh to anybody. Spargo went round to the Temple and up to Ronald Breton's chambers.
Marbury wanted the address of a smart solicitor; Aylmore didn't know of one but told Marbury that if he called on young Breton, he'd know, and would put him in the way to find one. Marbury wrote Breton's address down. That's Aylmore's story. But it's got an important addition.
You take them there's a good fellow; then, when the case is over, bring them down here, and you and I will talk. Here I'll introduce you all no ceremony. Miss Aylmore Miss Jessie Aylmore. Mr. Spargo of the Watchman. Now, I'm off!" Breton turned on the instant; his gown whisked round a corner, and Spargo found himself staring at two smiling girls.
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