"Why, the reason of Marbury's being found where he was found," replied
Breton. "Of course, I see it all! Marbury was mooning around Fleet
Street; he slipped into Middle Temple Lane, late as it was, just to see
where old Cardlestone hangs out, and he was set upon and done for. The
thing's plain to me. The only thing now is to find who did it."

"Yes, that's it," agreed Spargo. "That's it." He turned over the leaves
of the diary which lay on his desk. "By the by," he said, looking up
with some interest, "the adjourned inquest is at eleven o'clock
tomorrow morning. Are you going?"

"I shall certainly go," answered Breton. "What's more, I'm going to
take Miss Aylmore and her sister. As the gruesome details were over at
the first sitting, and as there'll he nothing but this new evidence
tomorrow, and as they've never been in a coroner's court----"

"Mr. Aylmore'll be the principal witness tomorrow," interrupted Spargo.
"I suppose he'll be able to tell a lot more than he told--me."

Breton shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't see that there's much more to tell," he said. "But," he added,
with a sly laugh, "I suppose you want some more good copy, eh?"

Spargo glanced at his watch, rose, and picked up his hat. "I'll tell
you what I want," he said. "I want to know who John Marbury was. That
would make good copy. Who he was--twenty--twenty-five--forty years ago.
Eh?"

"And you think Mr. Aylmore can tell?" asked Breton.