serve that term at Dartmoor he was innocent enough! He was scapegoat for another man who disappeared."
Then, as Spargo merely nodded, he added, awkwardly:
"And I'm obliged to you, too, old chap, for sending that wire to the two girls last night—it was good of you. They want all the comfort they can get, poor things! But—what are you doing here, Spargo?"
Spargo leant against the head of the stairs and folded his hands.
"I came here," he said, "to keep an appointment with Mr. Elphick—an appointment which he made when I called on him, as you suggested, at nine o'clock. The appointment—a most important one—was for eleven o'clock."
Breton glanced at his watch.
"Come on, then," he said. "It's well past that now, and my guardian's a very martinet in the matter of punctuality."
But Spargo did not move. Instead, he shook his head, regarding Breton with troubled eyes.
"So am I," he answered. "I was trained to it. Your guardian isn't there, Breton."
"Not there? If he made an appointment for eleven? Nonsense— I never knew him miss an appointment!"
"I knocked three times—three separate times," answered Spargo.
"You should have knocked half a dozen times—he may have overslept himself. He sits up late—he and old Cardlestone often sit up half the night, talking stamps or playing piquet," said Breton. "Come on—you'll see!"
