“Come on!” he said. “I know who’ll know where he is, if anybody does.”
“Who, then?” asked Spargo, as they hurried out.
“Cardlestone,” answered Breton, grimly. “Cardlestone!”
CHAPTER THIRTY
REVELATION
There was as much bright sunshine that morning in Middle Temple Lane as ever manages to get into it, and some of it was shining in the entry into which Spargo and Breton presently hurried. Full of haste as he was Breton paused at the foot of the stair. He looked down at the floor and at the wall at its side.
“Wasn’t it there?” he said in a low voice, pointing at the place he looked at. “Wasn’t it there, Spargo, just there, that Marbury, or, rather, Maitland, was found?”
“It was just there,” answered Spargo.
“You saw him?”
“I saw him.”
“Soon—afterwards?”