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Spargo looked with more than uncommon interest at the man who presently came to them in the visitors' room. He was already familiar with Mr.
"I may remind you that I'm hungry, too," he said as Spargo set the coffee on the table. "And you've no right to starve me, even if you've the physical ability to keep me tied up. Give me something to eat, if you please." "You shan't starve," said Breton, carelessly. He cut an ample supply of bread and meat, filled a cup with coffee and placed cup and plate before Myerst.
"Leave things exactly as they are, lock up the chambers, and as you're a friend of Mr. Cardlestone's give you the key," answered Spargo, with a significant glance. "Do that, now, and let's go I've something to do." Once outside, with the startled charwoman gone away, Spargo turned to Breton. "I'll tell you all I know, presently, Breton," he said.
"Who are you?" asked Spargo. The woman leered and chuckled. "What are you going to give me, young man?" she asked. Spargo put his fingers in his pocket and pulled out two half-sovereigns. "Look here," he said, showing his companion the coins, "if you can tell me anything of importance you shall have these. But no trifling, now. And no wasting of time. If you have anything to tell, out with it!"
At that hour of the night and amidst that weird silence, broken only by the murmur of some adjacent waterfall the scene was impressive and suggestive; it seemed to Spargo as if London were a million miles away, and the rush and bustle of human life a thing of another planet.
From what I see of him, not the sort to be about our place." "That's what we shall hear presently," said Spargo. "They're going to search him." But Spargo was presently made aware that the searchers had found nothing. The police-surgeon said that the dead man had, without doubt, been struck down from behind by a terrible blow which had fractured the skull and caused death almost instantaneously.
It seemed to me to be full of papers at any rate there were a lot of legal-looking documents on the top, tied up with red tape. To show you how I notice things I saw that the papers were stained with age, and that the red tape was faded to a mere washed-out pink." "Good good!" murmured Spargo. "Excellent! Proceed, sir,
"We are so used to ultra-sensational stories from the Watchman that but I am a curious and inquisitive old man, my good young sir, so perhaps you will tell me in a word what it is you do know, eh?" Spargo reflected for a second. Then he bent forward across the table and looked the old barrister straight in the face. "Yes," he said quietly. "I will tell you what I know beyond doubt.
Just as the democrats made a sort of fetich of the words, 'the people, so you make one of the word 'proletariat." John Spargo quotes this statement in his "Life." Marx, we are told, could use phrases like "democratic miasma." He never seems to have made the mistake of confusing democracy with demolatry.
He showed no more than the merest of languid interests in Spargo when Breton introduced him, and his face was quite expressionless when Spargo brought to an end his brief explanation purposely shortened of his object in calling upon him. "Yes," he said indifferently. "Yes, it is quite true that I met Marbury and spent a little time with him on the evening your informant spoke of.
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