CHAPTER NINETEEN
THE CHAMBERLAYNE STORY
"I perceive, sir," said Mr. Quarterpage, as Spargo entered the library, "that you have read the account of the Maitland trial."
"Twice," replied Spargo.
"And you have come to the conclusion that—but what conclusion have you come to?" asked Mr. Quarterpage.
"That the silver ticket in my purse was Maitland's property," said Spargo, who was not going to give all his conclusions at once.
"Just so," agreed the old gentleman. "I think so—I can't think anything else. But I was under the impression that I could have accounted for that ticket, just as I am sure I can account for the other forty-nine."
"Yes—and how?" asked Spargo.
Mr. Quarterpage turned to a corner cupboard and in silence produced a decanter and two curiously-shaped old wine-glasses. He carefully polished the glasses with a cloth which he took from a drawer, and set glasses and decanter on a table in the window, motioning Spargo to take a chair in proximity thereto. He himself pulled up his own elbow-chair.
"We'll take a glass of my old brown sherry," he said.
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