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And there, right opposite him, he saw an ancient house, old brick, ivy-covered, with an office at its side, over the door of which was the name, Benjamin Quarterpage. Spargo, changing his clothes, washing away the dust of his journey, in that old-fashioned lavender-scented bedroom, busied his mind in further speculations on his plan of campaign in Market Milcaster.
"I understand that you desire to ask me some question about John Maitland, of Market Milcaster?" she said. "Before you put it. I must ask you a question. Do you wish any reply I may give you for publication?" "Not without your permission," replied Spargo. "I should not think of publishing anything you may tell me except with your express permission."
And after that Spargo went home and fell into bed. But next morning, bright and early, he was on the departure platform at Paddington, suit-case in hand, and ticket in pocket for Market Milcaster, and in the course of that afternoon he found himself in an old-fashioned bedroom looking out on Market Milcaster High Street.
"If that grave's empty," said Breton, "I'll tell you a good deal." There travelled down together to Market Milcaster late that afternoon, Spargo, Breton, the officials from the Home Office, entrusted with the order for the opening of the Chamberlayne grave, and a solicitor acting on behalf of the proprietor of the Watchman.
I know that the man murdered under the name of John Marbury was, without doubt, John Maitland, of Market Milcaster, and that Ronald Breton is his son, whom you took from that woman!" If Spargo had desired a complete revenge for the cavalier fashion in which Mr.
"I found this ticket under mysterious circumstances in London," he answered. "I want to trace it. I want to know who its original owner was. That is why I have come to Market Milcaster." Mr. Quarterpage slowly looked round the circle of faces. "Wonderful!" he said. "Wonderful! He found this ticket one of our famous fifty in London, and under mysterious circumstances.
He wants to trace it he wants to know to whom it belonged! That is why he has come to Market Milcaster. Most extraordinary! Gentlemen, I appeal to you if this is not the most extraordinary event that has happened in Market Milcaster for I don't know how many years?"
How do you get an authority from the Government to open a grave?" "Order from the Home Secretary, which will have to be obtained by showing the very strongest reasons why it should be made." "Good! We'll give the reasons. I want to have a grave opened." "A grave opened! Whose grave?" "The grave of the man Chamberlayne at Market Milcaster," replied Spargo. Breton started. "His?
And she may have done, for anything I know to the contrary. Anyway, she took the child away, and there was an end of the Maitland family in Market Milcaster. Maitland, of course, was in due procedure of things removed to Dartmoor, and there he served his term.
The old man in that room, whom you know as Nicholas Cardlestone, is in reality Chamberlayne, the stockbroker, of Market Milcaster, whose name was so freely mentioned when your father was tried there. That's another fact!" "How," asked Breton, sternly, "can you prove it? How do you know it?"
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