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"I should say, considering everything, that it was material. Well, it's this I kept open until yesterday everything as usual, you know stock in the window and so on so that anybody who was passing would naturally have thought that the business was going on, though as a matter of fact, I'm retiring retired," added Mr. Criedir with a laugh, "last night.
Now. then, may I ask you a question or two?" "A thousand!" responded Mr. Criedir with great geniality. "Very well. Did Marbury say he'd call on Cardlestone?" "He did. Said he'd call as soon as he could that day." "Have you told Cardlestone what you've just told me?" "I have. But not until an hour ago on my way back from your office, in fact. I met him in Fleet Street and told him."
Wambarino proved that Marbury sailed from Melbourne to Southampton on that ship, excited no remark, behaved himself like any other well-regulated passenger, and left the Wambarino at Southampton early in the morning of what was to be the last day of his life in just the ordinary manner. Mr. Criedir gave evidence of his rencontre with Marbury in the matter of the stamps. Mr.
He looked his visitor up and down for a moment; gathered some idea of his capabilities, and suddenly offered him a cigarette. Spargo accepted it with a laconic word of thanks, and smoked half-way through it before he spoke again. "Yes," he said. "I'm trying to account. And I shall account. And I'm much obliged to you, Mr. Criedir, for what you've told me.
Walters and his wife had reason to remember him; Criedir had reason to remember him; so had Myerst; so had William Webster. But between a quarter past three, when he left the London and Universal Safe Deposit, and a quarter past nine, when he sat down by Webster's side in the lobby of the House of Commons, nobody seemed to have any recollection of him except Mr.
Spargo shook his head. "I don't know. Probably. They know something. And look here!" Spargo put his hand in his breast pocket and drew something out which he handed to Breton, who gazed at it curiously. "What's this?" he demanded. "Stamps?" "That, from the description of Criedir, the stamp-dealer, is a sheet of those rare Australian stamps which Maitland had on him carried on him.
And, in the course of a few days, I proved, to my own positive satisfaction, by getting access to Chamberlayne's rooms in his absence that Maitland had been there, had been in those rooms. For I found there, in Chamberlayne's desk, the rare Australian stamps of which Criedir told at the inquest. That was proof positive." Spargo looked at Breton.
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