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Spargo's mind acted quickly. Knowing what he now knew, from his extraordinary dealings with Mother Gutch, he had no doubt whatever that Miss Baylis had come to see Mr. Elphick come, of course, to tell Mr. Elphick that he, Spargo, had visited her that morning, and that he was on the track of the Maitland secret history.
"You'll find the whole story there I'm going to write it tonight when you people have gone. It'll make good reading." Evelyn and Jessie Aylmore took Spargo's hint and went away, Spargo seeing them to the door with another assurance of his belief in their father's innocence and his determination to hunt down the real criminal.
'There's Maria Bunny, persisted Mrs Salt, beginning to tick off the list on her fingers, 'Maria Bunny with her Wesley John, and Mary Polly Polwarne with her Nine Days' Wonder, and Amelia Trownce with the twins, and Deb Hicks with the child she christened Nonesuch, thinkin' 'twas out of the Bible; and William Spargo's second wife Maria with her step-child, and Catherine Nance with her splay-footed boy that I can never remember the name of
He pointed a finger at Spargo as the latter came up with the girls: Spargo gathered that Breton was speaking of the murder and of his, Spargo's, connection with it. And directly they approached, he spoke. "This is Mr. Spargo, sub-editor of the Watchman." Breton said. "Mr. Elphick Mr. Spargo. I was just telling Mr. Elphick, Spargo, that you saw this poor man soon after he was found."
He lingered in the shadow of this bush but for a short moment; then came swiftly and noiselessly back to his companion. His hand fell on Spargo's arm with a clutch of nervous excitement. "Spargo!" he whispered. "Who on earth do you think the other man is?"
Here was the work of murder, no doubt, and it was being quietly carried along a principal London thoroughfare, without fuss or noise, by officials to whom the dealing with it was all a matter of routine. Surely "My opinion," said a voice at Spargo's elbow, "my opinion is that it was done elsewhere. Not there! He was put there. That's what I say."
At this moment Spargo's door was opened and in walked Ronald Breton. He shook his head at sight of the two sisters. "I thought I should find you here," he said. "Jessie said she was coming to see you, Spargo. I don't know what good you can do I don't see what good the most powerful newspaper in the world can do. My God! everything's about as black as ever it can be. Mr.
This child, six years of age, was working twelve hours a day." From Mr. Spargo's "Bitter Cry of the Children" I learn this much of the joys of certain among the youth of Pennsylvania: "For ten or eleven hours a day children of ten and eleven stoop over the chute and pick out the slate and other impurities from the coal as it moves past them.
Spargo went quietly away to his own nook and corner. He got hold of a block of paper and began to write. He was going to show how to do things. Ronald Breton walked into the Watchman office and into Spargo's room next morning holding a copy of the current issue in his hand. He waved it at Spargo with an enthusiasm which was almost boyish. "I say!" he exclaimed. "That's the way to do it, Spargo!
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