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Rathbury inclined his head and put his fingers together. "You may speak with every confidence, Mr. Myerst," he answered. "If what you have to tell has any real bearing on the Marbury case, it will probably have to be repeated in public, you know, sir. But at present it will be treated as private." "It has a very real bearing on the case, I should say," replied Mr. Myerst.
"Where was it found?" asked Spargo. Rathbury laughed. "He was a clumsy fellow who did it, whether he was Aylmore or whoever he was!" he replied. "Do you know, it had been dropped into a sewer-trap in Middle Temple Lane actually! Perhaps the murderer thought it would be washed out into the Thames and float away. But, of course, it was bound to come to light.
"What's clear as noontide?" he asked sharply. "What? Why, the whole thing! Motive everything," answered Rathbury. Aylmore goes abroad, makes money, in time comes back, starts new career, gets into Parliament, becomes big man. In time, Maitland, who, after his time, has also gone abroad, also comes back. The two meet.
Would you like to come?" Breton ran into his chambers in King's Bench Walk, left his gown and wig, and walked round with Spargo to the police office. Rathbury came out as they were stepping in. "Oh!" he said. "Ah! I've got what may be helpful, Mr. Spargo. I told you I'd sent a man to Fiskie's, the hatter! Well, he's just returned.
"I remember you," said Mrs., Walters; "you came with the detective Mr. Rathbury." "Have you seen him, since?" asked Spargo. "Not since," replied Mrs. Walters. "No and I was wondering if he'd be coming round, because " She paused there and looked at Spargo with particular enquiry "You're a friend of his, aren't you?" she asked. "I suppose you know as much as he does about this?"
"He came into the bar for a drink after he'd been up to his room. He pulled out a handful of gold when he paid for it a whole handful. There must have been some thirty to forty sovereigns and half-sovereigns." "And he hadn't a penny piece on him when found," muttered Rathbury. "I noticed another thing, too," remarked the landlady.
Spargo," he said. "You see, it's not much, after all. Of course, there'll be an inquest on Marbury, and I shall have to re-tell it. But you're welcome to print what I've told you." Spargo left Breton with his future father-in-law and went away towards New Scotland Yard. He and Rathbury had promised to share news now he had some to communicate.
Myerst, eyeing his companions with keen glances. "I consider that, gentlemen, a very remarkable remark very remarkable!" Rathbury stuck his thumbs in the armholes of his waistcoat again and began swaying backwards and forwards in his chair. He looked at Spargo.
"All right," said Spargo. "And what are you doing you, yourself? Because, if we're to share facts, I must know what my partner's after. Just now, you seemed to be drawing." Rathbury laughed. "Well, to tell you the truth," he said, "when I want to work things out, I come into this room it's quiet, as you see and I scribble anything on paper while I think. I was figuring on my next step, and "
"We settled yesterday, didn't we, that you and I are to consider ourselves partners, as it were, in this job? That's all right," he continued, as Rathbury nodded very quietly. "Very well have you made any further progress?" Rathbury put his thumbs in the armholes of his waistcoat and, leaning back in his chair, shook his head. "Frankly, I haven't," he replied.
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