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to shake his fist at Myerst. ā€œWhoever says he killed Maitland lies. He was as innocent as I am. Youā€™ve tortured and tormented him to his death with that charge, as youā€™re torturing meā ā€”among you. I tell you heā€™d nothing to do with John Maitlandā€™s deathā ā€”nothing!ā€

Myerst laughed.

ā€œWho had, then?ā€ he said.

ā€œHold your tongue!ā€ commanded Breton, turning angrily on him. He sat down by Elphickā€™s side and laid his hand soothingly on the old manā€™s arm.

ā€œGuardian,ā€ he said, ā€œwhy donā€™t you tell what you know? Donā€™t be afraid of that fellow thereā ā€”heā€™s safe enough. Tell Spargo and me what you know of the matter. Remember, nothing can hurt Cardlestone, or Chamberlayne, or whoever he is or was, now.ā€

Elphick sat for a moment shaking his head. He allowed Spargo to give him another drink; he lifted his head and looked at the two young men with something of an appeal.

ā€œIā€™m badly shaken,ā€ he said. ā€œIā€™ve suffered much latelyā ā€”Iā€™ve learnt things that I didnā€™t know. Perhaps I ought to have spoken before, but I was afraid forā ā€”for him. He was a good friend, Cardlestone, whatever else he may have beenā ā€”a good friend. Andā ā€”I donā€™t know any more than what happened that night.ā€

ā€œTell us what happened that night,ā€ said Breton.

ā€œWell, that night I went round, as I often did, to play piquet with Cardlestone. That was about ten oā€™clock. About eleven Jane Baylis came to Cardlestoneā€™sā ā€”sheā€™d been to my rooms to find meā ā€”wanted to see me particularlyā ā€”and sheā€™d come on there, knowing where I should be. Cardlestone would make her have a glass of wine and a biscuit; she sat down and we all talked. Then, about, I should think, a quarter to twelve, a knock came at Cardlestoneā€™s doorā ā€”his outer door was open, and of course anybody outside could see lights within. Cardlestone went to the door: we heard a manā€™s voice enquire for him by name; then the voice added that Criedir, the stamp dealer, had advised him to call on Mr. Cardlestone to show him some rare Australian stamps, and that seeing a light under his door he had knocked. Cardlestone asked him inā ā€”he came in. That was the man we saw next day at the mortuary. Upon my honour, we didnā€™t know him, either that night or next day!ā€

ā€œWhat happened when he came in?ā€ asked Breton.

ā€œCardlestone asked him to sit down: he offered and gave him a drink. The man said Criedir had given him Cardlestoneā€™s address, and that heā€™d been with a friend at some rooms in Fountain Court, and as he was passing our building heā€™d just looked to make sure where Cardlestone lived, and as heā€™d noticed a light heā€™d made bold to knock. He and Cardlestone began to examine the stamps. Jane Baylis said good night, and she and I left Cardlestone and the man together.ā€

ā€œNo one had recognized him?ā€ said Breton.

ā€œNo one! Remember, I only once or twice saw Maitland in all my life. The others certainly did not recognize him. At least, I never knew that they didā ā€”if they did.ā€

ā€œTell us,ā€ said Spargo, joining in for the first time, ā€œtell us what you and Miss Baylis did?ā€

ā€œAt the foot of the stairs Jane Baylis suddenly said sheā€™d forgotten something in Cardlestoneā€™s lobby. As she was going out in to Fleet Street, and I was going down Middle Temple Lane to turn off to my own rooms we said good night. She went back upstairs. And I went home. And upon my soul and honour thatā€™s all I know!ā€

Spargo suddenly leapt to his feet. He snatched at his capā ā€”a sodden and bedraggled headgear which he had thrown down when they entered the cottage.

ā€œThatā€™s enough!ā€ he almost shouted. ā€œIā€™ve got itā ā€”at last! Bretonā ā€”whereā€™s the nearest telegraph office? Hawes? Straight down this valley? Then, hereā€™s for it! Look after things till Iā€™m back, or, when the police come, join me there. I shall catch the first train to town, anyhow, after wiring.ā€

ā€œButā ā€”what are you after, Spargo?ā€ exclaimed Breton. ā€œStop! What on earthā ā€”ā€

But Spargo had closed the door and was running for all he was worth down the valley. Three quarters of an hour later he startled a quiet and peaceful telegraphist by darting, breathless and dirty, into a sleepy country post office, snatching a telegraph form and scribbling down a message in shaky handwriting:ā ā€”

Rathbury, New Scotland Yard, London.

Arrest Jane Baylis at once for murder of John Maitland. Coming straight to town with full evidence.

Frank Spargo.

Then Spargo dropped on the office bench, and while the wondering operator set the wires ticking, strove to get his breath, utterly spent in his mad race across the heather. And when it was got he set out againā ā€”to find the station.

Some days later, Spargo, having seen Stephen Aylmore walk out of the Bow Street dock, cleared of the charge against him, and in a fair way of being cleared of the affair of twenty years before, found himself in a very quiet corner of the Court holding the hand of Jessie Aylmore, who, he discovered, was saying things to him which he scarcely comprehended. There was nobody near them and the girl spoke freely and warmly.

ā€œBut you will comeā ā€”you will come todayā ā€”and be properly thanked,ā€ she said. ā€œYou willā ā€”wonā€™t you?ā€

Spargo allowed himself to retain possession of the hand. Also he took a straight look into Jessie Aylmoreā€™s eyes.

ā€œI donā€™t want thanks,ā€ he said. ā€œIt was all a lot of luck. And if I comeā ā€”todayā ā€”it will be to seeā ā€”just you!ā€

Jessie Aylmore looked down at the two hands.

ā€œI think,ā€ she whispered, ā€œI think that is what I really meant!ā€

Colophon The Standard Ebooks logo.

The Middle Temple Murder
was published in 1919 by
J. S. Fletcher.

This ebook was produced for
Standard Ebooks
by
Robin Whittleton,
and is based on a transcription produced in 2003 by
Juliet Sutherland, Linda Cantoni, and The Online Distributed Proofreading Team
for
Project Gutenberg
and on digital scans available at the
Internet Archive.

The cover page is adapted from
The Artistā€™s Father, Reading a Newspaper,
a painting

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