"That's not very illuminating.

However, we've got one move finished.

Now we'll make another." Going over to the album of photographs, Spargo deftly removed that of Mr.Aylmore, put it in an envelope and the envelope in his pocket and, leaving the office, hailed a taxi-cab, and ordered its driver to take him to the Anglo-Orient Hotel.

This was the something-to-do of which he had spoken to Breton: Spargo wanted to do it alone.
Mrs.Walters was in her low-windowed office when Spargo entered the hall; she recognized him at once and motioned him into her parlour.
"I remember you," said Mrs., Walters; "you came with the detective--Mr.
Rathbury." "Have you seen him, since ?" asked Spargo.
"Not since," replied Mrs.Walters.

"No--and I was wondering if he'd be coming round, because----" She paused there and looked at Spargo with particular enquiry--"You're a friend of his, aren't you ?" she asked.