“Yes,” replied Spargo. “Lots!”
“Good?” asked Rathbury.
“Extra good. I’ve found out who Marbury really was.”
“No! Really?”
“No doubt, to my mind. I’m certain of it.”
Rathbury sat down at his desk, watching Spargo with rapt attention.
“And who was he?” he asked.
“John Maitland, once of Market Milcaster,” replied Spargo. “Ex-bank manager. Also ex-convict.”
“Ex-convict!”
“Ex-convict. He was sentenced, at Market Milcaster Quarter Sessions, in autumn, 1891, to ten years’ penal servitude, for embezzling the bank’s money, to the tune of over two hundred thousand pounds. Served his term at Dartmoor. Went to Australia as soon, or soon after, he came out. That’s who Marbury was—Maitland. Dead—certain!”