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The man said Criedir had given him Cardlestone's address, and that he'd been with a friend at some rooms in Fountain Court, and as he was passing our building he'd just looked to make sure where Cardlestone lived, and as he'd noticed a light he'd made bold to knock. He and Cardlestone began to examine the stamps. Jane Baylis said good-night, and she and I left Cardlestone and the man together."
"Leave things exactly as they are, lock up the chambers, and as you're a friend of Mr. Cardlestone's give you the key," answered Spargo, with a significant glance. "Do that, now, and let's go I've something to do." Once outside, with the startled charwoman gone away, Spargo turned to Breton. "I'll tell you all I know, presently, Breton," he said.
Cardlestone put aside his umbrella, produced a bandanna handkerchief of strong colours, and blew his nose in a reflective fashion. "That's a mysterious thing," he observed. "Um does Elphick know all that?" Breton looked at Spargo as if he was asking him for an explanation of Mr. Cardlestone's altered manner. And Spargo took up the conversation. "No," he said. "All that Mr.
Wasn't he found lying dead at the foot of Cardlestone's stairs? Aye but who found him? Not the porter not the police not you, Master Spargo, with all your cleverness. The man who found Maitland lying dead there that night was I!"
"At the foot of the stairs Jane Baylis suddenly said she'd forgotten something in Cardlestone's lobby. As she was going out in to Fleet Street, and I was going down Middle Temple Lane to turn off to my own rooms we said good-night. She went back upstairs. And I went home. And upon my soul and honour that's all I know!" Spargo suddenly leapt to his feet.
There was another charwoman, armed with pails and buckets, outside Cardlestone's door, into which she was just fitting a key. It was evident to Spargo that she knew Breton, for she smiled at him as she opened the door. "I don't think Mr. Cardlestone'll be in, sir," she said. "He's generally gone out to breakfast at this time him and Mr. Elphick goes together." "Just see," said Breton.
"I'm going to tell you the truth. I'll tell it to you straight out and give you all the explanations afterwards. Your real name is not Breton at all. Your real name is Maitland, and you're the only child of the man who was found murdered at the foot of Cardlestone's staircase!"
At the table in the middle of the floor the three men sat. Cardlestone's face was in the shadow; Myerst had his back to the window; old Elphick bending over the table was laboriously writing with shaking fingers. And Spargo twisted his head round to his companion. "Elphick," he said, "is writing a cheque. Myerst has another cheque in his hand.
He had just secured it and hurried it into his pocket when Breton came back. "I don't know what all this means, Spargo," he said, almost wearily. "I suppose you do. Look here," he went on, turning to the charwoman, "stop that row that'll do no good, you know. I suppose Mr. Cardlestone's gone away in a hurry. You'd better what had she better do, Spargo?"
"You think and argue on modern lines which are, of course, highly superior. But how do you account for my having given Marbury Mr. Cardlestone's address and for his having been found dead murdered at the foot of Cardlestone's stairs a few hours later?" "I don't account for it," said Spargo. "I'm trying to." Mr. Criedir made no comment on this.
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