"All right," he said. "Eleven o'clock, now. I've something to do. I'll
meet you outside the A. and P. at exactly noon."

"I'll be there," agreed Breton. He made for the door, and with his hand
on it, turned. "What do you expect from--from what we've just heard?"
he asked.

Spargo shrugged his shoulders.

"Wait--until we hear what Mr. Aylmore has to say," he answered. "I
suppose this man Marbury was some old acquaintance."

Breton closed the door and went away: left alone, Spargo began to
mutter to himself.

"Good God!" he says. "Dainsworth--Painsworth--something of that
sort--one of the two. Excellent--that our farmer friend should have so
much observation. Ah!--and why should Mr. Stephen Aylmore be recognized
as Dainsworth or Painsworth or something of that sort. Now, who is Mr.
Stephen Aylmore--beyond being what I know him to be?"

Spargo's fingers went instinctively to one of a number of books of
reference which stood on his desk: they turned with practised swiftness
to a page over which his eye ran just as swiftly. He read aloud:

"AYLMORE, STEPHEN, M.P. for Brookminster since 1910. Residences: 23,
St. Osythe Court, Kensington: Buena Vista, Great Marlow. Member
Atlantic and Pacific and City Venturers' Clubs. Interested in South
American enterprise."