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"But there's a nice breach case in number five get you three good seats there if you like." Spargo declined this tempting offer, and went back to his charges. He had decided by that time that Miss Aylmore was about twenty-three, and her sister about eighteen; he also thought that young Breton was a lucky dog to be in possession of such a charming future wife and an equally charming sister-in-law.
"Why, of course!" he answered. "There is Mr. Aylmore." "There is Mr. Aylmore. Very good. Now we go on. You met Mr. Aylmore close to Waterloo Bridge? How close?" "Well, sir, to be exact, Mr. Aylmore came down the steps from the bridge on to the Embankment." "Alone?" "No." "Who was with him?" "A man, sir." "Did you know the man?" "No. But seeing who he was with. I took a good look at him.
And so, we got some old warders who'd been there at that time to come to town, and we gave 'em opportunities to see Aylmore and to study him. Of course, he's twenty years older, and he's grown a beard, but they began to recall him, and then one man remembered that if he was the man they thought he'd a certain birth-mark. And he has!" "Does Aylmore know that he's been identified?" asked Spargo.
"We are wanting to be very sure about this matter, Mr. Aylmore. We want to solve the important question who is, who was John Marbury, and how did he come by his death? You seem to be the only available person who knows anything about him. What was your business before you left England?" "I was interested in financial affairs." "Like Marbury. Where did you carry on your business?"
He is Ronald's guardian, and preceptor, and mentor, and all that, and I suppose he's dropped into this court to hear how his pupil goes on." "Here is Ronald," whispered Miss Aylmore. "And here," said her sister, "is his lordship, looking very cross. Now, Mr. Spargo, you're in for it." Spargo, to tell the truth, paid little attention to what went on beneath him.
The two men recognized the photograph at once, without any prompting, and Spargo, after a word or two with the landlady, rode off to the Atlantic and Pacific Club, and found Ronald Breton awaiting him on the steps. He made no reference to his recent doings, and together they went into the house and asked for Mr. Aylmore.
Thereupon he made a most gracious bow in their direction; his broad face beamed in a genial smile, and he waved a white hand. "Do you know Mr. Elphick, Mr. Spargo?" enquired the younger Miss Aylmore. "I rather think I've seen him, somewhere about the Temple," answered Spargo. "In fact, I'm sure I have." "His chambers are in Paper Buildings," said Jessie. "Sometimes he gives tea-parties in them.
"Where was it found?" asked Spargo. Rathbury laughed. "He was a clumsy fellow who did it, whether he was Aylmore or whoever he was!" he replied. "Do you know, it had been dropped into a sewer-trap in Middle Temple Lane actually! Perhaps the murderer thought it would be washed out into the Thames and float away. But, of course, it was bound to come to light.
"Thank you as I do for all your kindness and assistance, and get off to town by this 1.20," replied Spargo. "And I shan't fail to let you know how things go on." "One moment," said the old gentleman, as Spargo was hurrying away, "do you think this Mr. Aylmore really murdered Maitland?" "No!" answered Spargo with emphasis. "I don't!
Evelyn Aylmore looked at Spargo, and smiled quietly. "I suppose one's always nervous about first appearances," she said. "However, I think Ronald's got plenty of confidence, and, as he says, it's not much of a case: it isn't even a jury case. I'm afraid you'll find it dull, Mr. Spargo it's only something about a promissory note."
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