Well--I've found something out.

Marbury--if that is the dead man's real name, and anyway, it's all we know him by--was in the company of Mr.Aylmore that night.

Good!" "What are you going to do about it ?" asked Breton.
"Do?
See Mr.Aylmore, of course." He was turning over the leaves of a telephone address-book; one hand had already picked up the mouthpiece of the instrument on his desk.
"Look here," said Breton.

"I know where Mr.Aylmore is always to be found at twelve o'clock.

At the A.and P .-- the Atlantic and Pacific Club, you know, in St.James's.