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"This flight of Elphick's and Cardlestone's." "I think, as I said, that they knew something which they think may be forced upon them. I never saw a man in a greater fright than that I saw Elphick in last night. And it's evident that Cardlestone shares in that fright, or they wouldn't have gone off in this way together." "Do you think they know anything of the actual murder?"
"And it's a lie?" asked Breton. "A lie!" answered Elphick. "Of course, it's a lie. But he's so clever that that " "That you don't know how you could prove it otherwise," said Breton. "Ah! And so this fellow lives over Mr. Cardlestone there, does he? That may account for a good many things. Now we must have the police here." He sat down at the table and drew the writing materials to him.
Also he writes a bit I have accepted two or three articles of his for our literary page." "Well?" "Further, he is engaged to Miss Aylmore, the eldest daughter of Aylmore, the Member of Parliament who has been charged at Bow Street today with the murder of Marbury." "I know. Well, what then, Spargo?" That guardian is Mr. Septimus Elphick, the barrister."
"Nothing of the sort. I am accusing Mr. Elphick and Mr. Cardlestone of knowing more about the murder than they care to tell or want to tell. I am also accusing them, and especially your guardian, of knowing all about Maitland, alias Marbury. I made him confess last night that he knew this dead man to be John Maitland." "You did!" "I did.
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.
I'll I'll do anything for you if you won't go away to print that. I'll I'll give you a thousand pounds!" Spargo shook him off. "That's enough!" he snarled. "Now, I am off! What, you'd try to bribe me?" Mr. Elphick wrung his hands. "I didn't mean that indeed I didn't!" he almost wailed. "I I don't know what I meant. Stay, young gentleman, stay a little, and let us let us talk.
The editor got up, thrust his hands in his pockets, and began to pace the room. "If that's so," he said, "if that's so, the mystery deepens. What do you propose to do, Spargo?" "I think," said Spargo, slowly, "I think that without telling him anything of what we have learnt, I should like to see young Breton and get an introduction from him to Mr. Elphick.
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.
Breton stared at the journalist as if he had just announced that he had seen Mr. Septimus Elphick riding down Fleet Street on a dromedary. He seized Spargo's elbow. "Come on!" he said. "I have a key to Mr. Elphick's door, so that I can go in and out as I like. I'll soon show you whether he's gone or not." Spargo followed the young barrister down the corridor.
Elphick had treated it he could not have been afforded a more ample one than that offered to him by the old barrister's reception of this news. Mr.
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