He paused and gave his companion a sharp glance.

"It seems to me," he presently continued, "that the clue lies in that
scrap of paper. That paper and that man are connecting links between
you and--somebody else."

"Possibly," agreed Breton. "You want to find the somebody else?"

"I want you to help me to find the somebody else," answered Spargo. "I
believe this is a big, very big affair: I want to do it. I don't
believe in police methods--much. By the by, I'm just going to meet
Rathbury. He may have heard of something. 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.
The cap which the dead man was wearing was bought at Fiskie's yesterday
afternoon, and it was sent to Mr. Marbury, Room 20, at the Anglo-Orient
Hotel."

"Where is that?" asked Spargo.

"Waterloo district," answered Rathbury. "A small house, I believe.
Well, I'm going there. Are you coming?"

"Yes," replied Spargo. "Of course. And Mr. Breton wants to come, too."