Spargo nodded. He looked at Breton, and pulled out his watch. Just then
he had no idea of playing the part of informant to Mr. Elphick.

"Yes, that's so," he answered shortly. Then, looking at Breton
significantly, he added, "If you can give me those few minutes, now--?"

"Yes--yes!" responded Ronald Breton, nodding. "I understand.
Evelyn--I'll leave you and Jessie to Mr. Elphick; I must go."

Mr. Elphick seized Spargo once more.

"My dear sir!" he said, eagerly. "Do you--do you think I could possibly
see--the body?"

"It's at the mortuary," answered Spargo. "I don't know what their
regulations are."

Then he escaped with Breton. They had crossed Fleet Street and were in
the quieter shades of the Temple before Spargo spoke.

"About what I wanted to say to you," he said at last. "It was--this.
I--well, I've always wanted, as a journalist, to have a real big murder
case. I think this is one. I want to go right into it--thoroughly,
first and last. And--I think you can help me."

"How do you know that it is a murder case?" asked Breton quietly.

"It's a murder case," answered Spargo, stolidly. "I feel it. Instinct,
perhaps. I'm going to ferret out the truth. And it seems to me--"