He watched Rathbury go away round one corner; he himself suddenly set
off round another. He went to the _Watchman_ office, wrote a few lines,
which he enclosed in an envelope for the day-editor, and went out
again. Somehow or other, his feet led him up Fleet Street, and before
he quite realized what he was doing he found himself turning into the
Law Courts.




CHAPTER THREE

THE CLUE OF THE CAP


Having no clear conception of what had led him to these scenes of
litigation, Spargo went wandering aimlessly about in the great hall and
the adjacent corridors until an official, who took him to be lost,
asked him if there was any particular part of the building he wanted.
For a moment Spargo stared at the man as if he did not comprehend his
question. Then his mental powers reasserted themselves.

"Isn't Mr. Justice Borrow sitting in one of the courts this morning?"
he suddenly asked.

"Number seven," replied the official. "What's your case--when's it
down?"

"I haven't got a case," said Spargo. "I'm a pressman--reporter, you