ated passenger, and left the
_Wambarino_ at Southampton early in the morning of what was to be the
last day of his life in just the ordinary manner.

7. Mr. Criedir gave evidence of his rencontre with Marbury in the
matter of the stamps.

8. Mr. Myerst told of Marbury's visit to the Safe Deposit, and further
proved that the box which he placed there proved, on official
examination, to be empty.

9. William Webster re-told the story of his encounter with Marbury in
one of the vestibules of the House of Commons, and of his witnessing
the meeting between him and the gentleman whom he (Webster) now knew to
be Mr. Aylmore, a Member of Parliament.

All this led up to the appearance of Mr. Aylmore, M.P., in the
witness-box. And Spargo knew and felt that it was that appearance for
which the crowded court was waiting. Thanks to his own vivid and
realistic specials in the _Watchman_, everybody there had already
become well and thoroughly acquainted with the mass of evidence
represented by the nine witnesses who had been in the box before Mr.
Aylmore entered it. They were familiar, too, with the facts which Mr.
Aylmore had permitted Spargo to print after the interview at the club,
which Ronald Breton arranged. Why, then, the extraordinary interest
which the Member of Parliament's appearance aroused? For everybody was
extraordinarily interested; from the Coroner downwards to the last man
who had managed to squeeze himself into the last available inch of the
public gallery, all who were there wanted to hear and see the man who
met Marbury under such dramatic circumstances, and who went to his
hotel with him, hobnobbed with him, gave him advice, walked out of the
hotel with him for a stroll from which Marbury never returned. Spargo
knew well why the interest was so keen--everybody knew that Aylmore was
the only man who could tell the court anything really pertinent about
Marbury; who he was, what he was after; what his life had been.

He looked round the court as the Member of Parliament entered the
witness-box--a tall, handsome, perfectly-groomed man, whose beard was
only slightly tinged with grey, whose figure was as erect as a
well-drilled soldier's, who carried about him an air of conscious
power. Aylmore's two daughters sat at a little distance away, opposite
Spargo, with Ronald Breton in attendance upon them; Spargo had
encountered their glance as they entered the court, and they had given
him a friendly nod and smile. He