"Do you--do you think I could possibly see--the body ?" "It's at the mortuary," answered Spargo.

"I don't know what their regulations are." Then he escaped with Breton.

They had crossed Fleet Street and were in the quieter shades of the Temple before Spargo spoke.
"About what I wanted to say to you," he said at last.

"It was--this.
I--well, I've always wanted, as a journalist, to have a real big murder case.

I think this is one.