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Myerst laughed.
āWho had, then?ā he said.
āHold your tongue!ā commanded Breton, turning angrily on him. He sat down by Elphickās side and laid his hand soothingly on the old manās arm.
āGuardian,ā he said, āwhy donāt you tell what you know? Donāt be afraid of that fellow thereā āheās 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.
āIām badly shaken,ā he said. āIāve suffered much latelyā āIāve learnt things that I didnāt know. Perhaps I ought to have spoken before, but I was afraid forā āfor him. He was a good friend, Cardlestone, whatever else he may have beenā āa good friend. Andā āI donāt know any more than what happened that night.ā
āTell us what happened that night,ā said Breton.
āWell, that night I went round, as I often did, to play piquet with Cardlestone. That was about ten oāclock. About eleven Jane Baylis came to Cardlestoneāsā āsheād been to my rooms to find meā āwanted to see me particularlyā āand sheād 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 Cardlestoneās doorā āhis outer door was open, and of course anybody outside could see lights within. Cardlestone went to the door: we heard a manās 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 āhe came in. That was the man we saw next day at the mortuary. Upon my honour, we didnāt know him, either that night or next day!ā
āWhat happened when he came in?ā asked Breton.
āCardlestone asked him to sit down: he offered and gave him a drink. The man said Criedir had given him Cardlestoneās address, and that heād been with a friend at some rooms in Fountain Court, and as he was passing our building heād just looked to make sure where Cardlestone lived, and as heād noticed a light heād 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
āNo one had recognized him?ā said Breton.
āNo 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 āif they did.ā
āTell us,ā said Spargo, joining in for the first time, ātell us what you and Miss Baylis did?ā
āAt the foot of the stairs Jane Baylis suddenly said sheād forgotten something in Cardlestoneās 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 thatās all I know!ā
Spargo suddenly leapt to his feet. He snatched at his capā āa sodden and bedraggled headgear which he had thrown down when they entered the cottage.
āThatās enough!ā he almost shouted. āIāve got itā āat last! Bretonā āwhereās the nearest telegraph office? Hawes? Straight down this valley? Then, hereās for it! Look after things till Iām back, or, when the police come, join me there. I shall catch the first train to town, anyhow, after wiring.ā
āButā āwhat are you after, Spargo?ā exclaimed Breton. āStop! What on earthā āā
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 āto 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.
āBut you will comeā āyou will come todayā āand be properly thanked,ā she said. āYou willā āwonāt you?ā
Spargo allowed himself to retain possession of the hand. Also he took a straight look into Jessie Aylmoreās eyes.
āI donāt want thanks,ā he said. āIt was all a lot of luck. And if I comeā ātodayā āit will be to seeā ājust you!ā
Jessie Aylmore looked down at the two hands.
āI think,ā she whispered, āI think that is what I really meant!ā
ColophonThe 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 Artistās Father, Reading a Newspaper,
a painting
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