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But in another armchair on the opposite side of the hearth was the forbidding figure of Miss Baylis, blacker, gloomier, more mysterious than ever. She neither spoke nor moved when Spargo entered: she did not even look at him. And Spargo stood staring at her until Mr. Elphick, having closed his doors, touched him on the elbow, and motioned him courteously to a seat. "Yes, I was expecting you, Mr.
Breton looked helplessly at Spargo: it was plain that he did not understand the turn that things were taking. But Spargo was quick to seize an opportunity. In another minute he was conducting Mr. Cardlestone through the ins and outs of the Temple towards Blackfriars. And as they turned into Tudor Street they encountered Mr. Elphick. "I am going to the mortuary," he remarked.
"I beg you to promise me this." Spargo hesitated, considering matters. "Very well I promise," he said. "And you won't print it?" continued Elphick, still clinging to him. "Say you won't print it tonight?" "I shall not print it tonight," answered Spargo. "That's certain." Elphick released his grip on the young man's arm.
And so there's so much of the secret, gentlemen, and I would like to know if I ain't giving good value." "Very good," said the proprietor. "Go on." But Spargo intervened. "Did you ever hear the name of the gentleman who took the boy away?" he asked. "Yes, I did," replied Mrs. Gutch. "Of course I did. Which it was Elphick."
Knowing all I did, I firmly believed that Marbury, or, rather, Maitland, had been murdered by either Cardlestone or Elphick.
"I was going to talk to you today in any case. You see " Before Spargo could say more a woman, bearing the implements which denote the charwoman's profession, entered the room and immediately cried out at what she saw. Breton turned on her almost savagely. "Here, you!" he said. "Have you seen anything of Mr. Elphick this morning?" The charwoman rolled her eyes and lifted her hands. "Me, sir!
Should he hide again until she went, and then see Elphick alone? In the end Spargo did none of these things immediately. He let things slide for the moment. He lighted a cigarette and stared at the river and the brown sails, and the buildings across on the Surrey side. Ten minutes went by twenty minutes nothing happened.
"Guardian," he said, "why don't you tell what you know? Don't be afraid of that fellow there he's safe enough. Tell Spargo and me what you know of the matter. Remember, nothing can hurt Cardlestone, or Chamberlayne, or whoever he is or was, now." Elphick sat for a moment shaking his head.
And Spargo, quick to see his advantage, followed it up. "That is what I know, Mr. Elphick, and if I choose, all the world shall know it tomorrow morning!" he said firmly. "Ronald Breton is the son of the murdered man, and Ronald Breton is engaged to be married to the daughter of the man charged with the murder. Do you hear that?
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.
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