Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-01-22
SYNOPSIS

Frank Spargo, young London
,crspoperman, on returning home
t.o11 his tpork late one night, ia at
,roofed bv couple OF men peering
;,to dark corner in an dllcyDGy.
y,restioation shoped that a man ,ods
.eci;uino against q tcdlI, and that he
rms dead, murdered, IL seemed. IN
Iiq pocket there is found the name
ard address "Ronad Breton, BarTis-
% Jer Kings Bench Walk, Temple,
Jordon.'' Spargo aud Rdth bury, the
Jeteofipe. together pith Breton, pisit
tbe mort1ary iohere the murdered
man is hing, but after look
iro steadily and earnestly at him,
pycton asserts that he does not knoW
L;m Spdroo hears Breton argue his
6rst case in court, and Is introduced
~ Rrefon's fance and sister. EUelyn
o,d Jessie Autmore. "Look.." says
Jessie, "therc's Mr.. Elphickr
(AND HERE II CONTINUES)
c,pARGO looked down at the person in
Cdicated; an elderly. large faced
srootb shaved man, little inclined to
stoutpess. who, wigged and gowned, was
slowly making his way to corner seat
inst outside that charmed inner sanctum
vberein only kings counsel are per-
nitted to sit. He dropped into this in a
fashion which showed that he was one
or those men who loved personal com
fort. he bestowed his plump person at
,be most convenient angle and fitting a
,nonocle in his right eye, glanced around
him. There were few of his profess
sional brethren in his vicinity; there
ware half q dozen solicitors and their
clerks in conversation with one or other
of them: there were court officials. But
tbo gentleman of the monocle swept all
these with an Indifferent look and cast
his eyes upward until he caught sight
of the two girls. Thereupon he made "a
most gracious bow in their direction ;
his broad face beamed in genial smile,
and he waved white hand.
"Do you know Mr.. Elphick, Mr..
spargo?' inquired the younger Miss
Aylmore.
IT rather think I've seen him, some
where about the Temple" answered
spargo. I'm fact, I'm sure l have"
His chambers are in Paper Build
jngs." said Jessie.
'iSometimes he gives tea parties in
them. He is Ronald's guardian, and
nreceptor. and mentor. and all that, and
I suppose he's dropped into this court
10 hear how his pupil goes on"
"Here is Ronald" whispered Miss
Av1nore
"And here" said her sister. "is his
,ordship, looking very cross. Now, Mr..
Spargo. you're in for it,
Spargo, to tell the truth. paid little
attention to what went on beneath him.
The case which young Breton presently
onened was a commercial one. involv-
ing certain rights and properties in Il
nromissory note; it seemed to the jour
nalist that Breton dealt with it very
we'll, showing himself master of the
financial details, and speaking with
readiness and assurance. He was much
more interested in his companions. and
especially in the younger one. and he
was meditating on how he could improve.
his further acquaintance when he awoke
10 the fact that the defense. realizing
that it stood no chance, had agreed
to withdraw, and tina. Mr.. Justice Bor-
row was already giving Judgment in
Ronald Breton's favor. In another
minutes he was walking out of the gal
lery in rear of the two sisters.
Every good-very good. indeed he
said absentmindedly. 81 thought he
put his facts very clearly and con-
csely."
Downstairs, in the corridor, Ronald
Breton was talking to Mr.. Elphick.
He pointed finger at Spargo as the
latter came up with the girls: Spargo
gathered that Breton was speaking of
the murder and of his. Spargo s, con-
nection with it. And directly they ap
preached, he spoke.
"This is Mr.. Snargo, subeditor of
the Watchman,' Breton said. Mr..
Elphck-Mr. Spargo. | was just tell
Ing Mr.. Elphick. Spargo, that you saw
this poor man soon after he was found"
Spargo, glancing at Mr.. Elphick, saw
that he was deeply interested. The
elderly barrister took him-literally-
by the buttonhole.
my dear sir !" he said. "You--saw
this poor fellow? Lying dead-in the
third entry down Middle Temple Lane?
The third entry, ell y
Yes" replied Spargo, simply. 81
saw him. 1t was the third entry"
Singular !" said Mr.. Elphick. mus
ingly. Il know n man who lives in
that house. In fact, l visited him last
night, and did not leave until nearly
midnight And this unfortunate man
had Mr.. Ronald Breton s name and ad-
dress in his pocket?"
Spargo nodded. He looked at Breton,