"It was at the foot of his stairs that Marbury was found murdered." "Just so," said Mr.Criedir.

"Which makes me think that he was going to see Mr.Cardlestone when he was set upon, murdered, and robbed." Spargo looked fixedly at the retired stamp-dealer.
"What, going to see an elderly gentleman in his rooms in the Temple, to offer to sell him philatelic rarities at--past midnight ?" he said.

"I think--not much!" "All right," replied Mr.Criedir.

"You think and argue on modern lines--which are, of course, highly superior.

But--how do you account for my having given Marbury Mr.Cardlestone's address and for his having been found dead--murdered--at the foot of Cardlestone's stairs a few hours later ?" "I don't account for it," said Spargo.