Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-01-31
THIS Starts the Story

THIS Starts the Story
Frank Spargo, a Douag London
Neicspdpermda, retyrning home from,
his tcork late one might, sees ., couple
of men peering into a corner of an
dVeyUay. Investigation reDedls a
man, dead. murdered, il seemed. In
his pocket Us found the name "Ronald
Breton, bGrrister. Kings Bench
Il. Walk, Temple, London Breton as
scrts he docs not knoD The man. At
r MS hotel nc registered as "John Mar
barp. He received only one risitor-
q tat oelt dressed man toith gray
z beard. lie paid for ,chiskv aud soda
from handful Of sovereigns, bRt
hadn't a penny piece on him icheB
found dead. William Webster tells
of sitting ncrt 10 Marbury phile
lobbying in the House of Commons
and Of Morburg's excitement on The
appearance of a tall. iceli- dressed man
-Stcphen Aytmorc, ". p. They left
~ The house together. Spargo visits the
hotelkeeper. SAC shoes him shining
niece Of s,ope, diamond. found in
his room. The icaiter tcstifes TO hap
ing seen number Of these "stoncs'
III lfarbury's room iUhiit Aylnore toas
tisittng him. Aylmore is 0isited
and admits TO hauing knotca the dead
man number Of Nears back, but
trithholds facts. Aylmore's daughter
Jessie is engaged to marry Breton,
teho is The adopted son Of Mr.. e.
phick, also an attorney. ''But-if
MGrbury tcas murdered for the sake
), lof tUhGt he had on him--hoic did he
meet Dith the murderer or nturdorers?
& Criminals don't hang about Middle
Temple Lane"
tAND HERE IT CONTINuES) /,
rT1IE detective shook his head. Hc
i picked up his pencil and began
making more hieroglyphics.
Whats your theory, Mr.. Spargo?"
he asked suddenly. 81 suppose you've
got one"
Have ,you?" asked spargo, buntly.
well" returned Rathbury, hesitat-
gingly, II hadn't up to now. But now
after what you've told me, /
me that after Marbury left Anymore
he probably mooned about by himself,
that he was dccoyed into the Temple,
and was there murdered and robbed.
There are a lot of queer ius and outs,
hooks and corners in that old spot, Mr..
Spargo, and the murderer, if he knew
his ground we'll, could easily hide him
self until he could get away in the
morning. He might be man who had
access to chambers or offices-think how
easy it would be for such a man, hav-
ing once killed and robbed his victim, to
lie hid for hours afterward? For
aught we know, the man who murdered
Marbury may have been within twenty
feet. of you when you first saw his
',dead body that morning. Eh?'
i Before Spargo could reply to this
suggestion an official entered the room
land whispered d few words in the de
ltective's ear.
"Show him in at once said Rath
bury. He turned to Spargo as the man
quilted the room and smiled signit
cantly. Here's somebody wants tc
he remarked. Lets hope it'll be news
worth hearing"
a Spargo smiled in his queer fashion.
III ''It strikes me that you've only got
Eto inte- 1t an inauisitive public in or
der to get news" he said. The prin
cipal thing is to investigate it When
xou've got it. Who's this, now
The official had returned with Il dap
r-looking gentleman in frock coat
and silk hat, bearing upon him the un
mistakable stamp of the city man, who
inspected Rathbury with deliberatioI
and Spargo with glance. and being
seated, turned to the detective as un
doubtedly the person he desired to con
verse with.
81 understand that you are the Of
ficer in charge of the Marbury murder
case he observed. II believe / can
give you some valuable information in
respect to that. read the account OF
the affair in the Watchman newspaper
this morning, and saw the portrait of
the murdered man there, and l was at
first inclined to go to the Watchman
office with my information, but finally
decided to approach the police instead
of the press, regarding the police as
, being more-more responsible. p"
''Much obliged to you, SIR" said
Rathbury, with a glance at Spargo.
"Whom have | the pleasure Of"
"My name," replied the visitor,
drawing out and laying down a card,
SIS Myerst-Mr. II. 2. Myerst, secre-
tary of the London and Universal Safe
Deposit Co. l may, suppose SPEAK
with confidence" continued Mr.. Myerst.
with a side glance at Spargo. my
information is-confidential.
Rathbury inclined his head and put
his. fingers together.
"You may speak with every conf