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Elphick knows is that Mr. Ronald Breton's name and address were on the scrap of paper found on the body. Mr. Elphick" here Spargo paused and looked at Breton "Mr. Elphick," he presently continued, slowly transferring his glance to the old barrister, "spoke of going to view the body." "Ah!" exclaimed Mr. Cardlestone, eagerly. "It can be seen? Then I'll go and see it. Where is it?" Breton started.
"Drive them all out into the street!" exclaimed this personage. "Drive them all away, constable into Fleet Street or upon the Embankment anywhere, so long as you rid this place of them. This is a disgrace, and an inconvenience, a nuisance, a " "That's old Cardlestone," whispered Breton. "He's always irascible, and I don't suppose we'll get anything out of him. Mr.
"Oh, still the murder for the sake of robbery!" replied Breton. "Old Cardlestone is furious that such a thing could have happened at his very door. He says that there ought to be a thorough enquiry into every tenant of the Temple." "Longish business that," observed Spargo. "Well, run away now, Breton I must write."
In Heaven's name, why?" he demanded. Spargo laughed as he got up. "Because I believe it's empty," he answered. "Because I believe that Chamberlayne is alive, and that his other name is Cardlestone!" That afternoon Spargo had another of his momentous interviews with his proprietor and his editor.
Cardlestone would make her have a glass of wine and a biscuit; she sat down and we all talked. Then, about, I should think, a quarter to twelve, a knock came at Cardlestone's door his outer door was open, and of course anybody outside could see lights within.
And I will know." Breton handed the stamps back. "But the general thing, Spargo?" he said. "If they didn't murder I can't realize the thing yet! my father " "If they didn't murder your father, they know who did!" exclaimed Spargo. "Now, then, it's time for more action. Let Elphick and Cardlestone alone for the moment they'll be tracked easily enough. I want to tackle something else for the moment.
"Whose name and address?" asked Spargo. "Mr. Nicholas Cardlestone, 2, Pilcox Buildings, Middle Temple Lane," replied Mr. Criedir. "Mr. Cardlestone is one of the most enthusiastic and accomplished philatelists in Europe. And I knew he didn't possess that set of stamps." "I know Mr. Cardlestone," remarked Spargo. "It was at the foot of his stairs that Marbury was found murdered."
And do you happen to be able to tell me the old cove's name and his address, Mollison?" asked Spargo. "I do, sir. Which they've painted on his entry the fifth or sixth as you go down Middle Temple Lane," answered Mollison. "Mr. Nicholas Cardlestone, first floor up the staircase." Spargo rose from his seat without as much as a look at Breton. "Come this way, Mollison," he said.
And I don't know any more than what happened that night." "Tell us what happened that night," said Breton. "Well, that night I went round, as I often did, to play piquet with Cardlestone. That was about ten o'clock. About eleven Jane Baylis came to Cardlestone's she'd been to my rooms to find me wanted to see me particularly and she'd come on there, knowing where I should be.
"Spargo," he said, "I'm pretty sure you'll find whisky in there. Give them both a stiff dose: they've broken up. Now, guardian," he continued, when Spargo had carried out this order, "what was he after? Shall I suggest it? Was it blackmail?" Cardlestone began to whimper; Elphick nodded his head. "Yes, yes!" he muttered. "Blackmail! That was it blackmail. He he got money papers from us.
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