an idea, already. But I can afford to wait for definite information. I know one thing—when I get that information—as I shall—we shall be a long way on the road towards establishing Aylmore's innocence."
Breton made no remark upon this. He was looking at Spargo with a meditative expression.
"Spargo," he said, suddenly, "do you think you'll get that order for the opening of the grave at Market Milcaster?"
"I was talking to the solicitors over the 'phone just now," answered Spargo. "They've every confidence about it. In fact, it's possible it may be made this afternoon. In that case, the opening will be made early tomorrow morning."
"Shall you go?" asked Breton.
"Certainly. And you can go with me, if you like. Better keep in touch with us all day in case we hear. You ought to be there—you're concerned."
"I should like to go—I will go," said Breton. "And if that grave proves to be—empty—I'll—I'll tell you something."
Spargo looked up with sharp instinct.
"You'll tell me something? Something? What?"
"Never mind—wait until we see if that coffin contains a dead body or lead and sawdust. If there's no body there"
At that moment one of the senior messenger boys came in and approached Spargo. His countenance, usually subdued to an official stolidity, showed signs of something very like excitement.
"There's a man downstairs asking for you, Mr.
