The Middle Temple Murder. J. S. Fletcher

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      Table of Contents

       Chapter I. The Scrap of Grey Paper

       Chapter II. His First Brief

       Chapter III. The Clue of the Cap

       Chapter IV. The Anglo-Orient Hotel

       Chapter V. Spargo Wishes to Specialize

       Chapter VI. Witness to a Meeting

       Chapter VII. Mr. Aylmore

       Chapter VIII. The Man From the Safe Deposit

       Chapter IX. The Dealer in Rare Stamps

       Chapter X. The Leather Box

       Chapter XI. Mr. Aylmore is Questioned

       Chapter XII. The New Witness

       Chapter XIII. Under Suspicion

       Chapter XIV. The Silver Ticket

       Chapter XV. Market Milcaster

       Chapter XVI. The "Yellow Dragon"

       Chapter XVII. Mr. Quarterpage Harks Back

       Chapter XVIII. An Old Newspaper

       Chapter XIX. The Chamberlayne Story

       Chapter XX. Maitland alias MARBURY

       Chapter XXI. Arrested

       Chapter XXII. The Blank Past

       Chapter XXIII. Miss Baylis

       Chapter XXIV. Mother Gutch

       Chapter XXV. Revelations

       Chapter XXVI. Still Silent

       Chapter XXVII. Mr. Elphick's Chambers

       Chapter XXVIII. Of Proved Identity

       Chapter XXIX. The Closed Doors

       Chapter XXX. Revelation

       Chapter XXXI. The Penitent Window-Cleaner

       Chapter XXXII. The Contents of the Coffin

       Chapter XXXIII. Forestalled

       Chapter XXXIV. The Whip Hand

       Chapter XXXV. Myerst Explains

       Chapter XXXVI. The Final Telegram

Chapter I. The Scrap of Grey Paper

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      As a rule, Spargo left the Watchman office at two o'clock. The paper had then gone to press. There was nothing for him, recently promoted to a sub-editorship, to do after he had passed the column for which he was responsible; as a matter of fact he could have gone home before the machines began their clatter. But he generally hung about, trifling, until two o'clock came. On this occasion, the morning of the 22nd of June, 1912, he stopped longer than usual, chatting with Hacket, who had charge of the foreign news, and who began telling him about a telegram which had just come through from Durazzo. What Hacket had to tell was interesting: Spargo lingered to hear all about it, and to discuss it. Altogether it was well beyond half-past two when he went out of the office, unconsciously puffing away from him as he reached the threshold the last breath of the atmosphere in which he had СКАЧАТЬ