"We don't seem to have gained much information," he remarked. "I'm
about as wise as ever."

"No--wiser," said Spargo. "At any rate, I am. I know now that this dead
man called himself John Marbury; that he came from Australia; that he
only landed at Southampton yesterday morning, and that he was in the
company last night of a man whom we have had described to us--a tall,
grey-bearded, well-dressed man, presumably a gentleman."

Breton shrugged his shoulders.

"I should say that description would fit a hundred thousand men in
London," he remarked.

"Exactly--so it would," answered Spargo. "But we know that it was one
of the hundred thousand, or half-million, if you like. The thing is to
find that one--the one."

"And you think you can do it?"

"I think I'm going to have a big try at it."

Breton shrugged his shoulders again.

"What?--by going up to every man who answers the description, and
saying 'Sir, are you the man who accompanied John Marbury to the
Aglo----"

Spargo suddenly interrupted him.