That's what I say." Spargo turned and saw that the porter was at his side.

He, too, was accompanying the body.
"Oh!" said Spargo.

"You think--" "I think he was struck down elsewhere and carried there," said the porter.

"In somebody's chambers, maybe.

I've known of some queer games in our bit of London! Well!--he never came in at my lodge last night--I'll stand to that.