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After a whispered word or two, the policeman went away, and Ayscough beckoned Lauriston back into the shop. "Now," he said, "there'll be some of our people and a surgeon along in a few minutes before they come, just tell me your story.
"You're going to hear a fine lot about 'em before long, anyway!" remarked Ayscough. "Well we'll just drive on to Gower Street somebody'll know something about 'em there, I reckon." He walked forward until he came to the cab-rank at the foot of St. John's Wood Road, where he bundled Melky into a taxi-cab, and bade the driver get away to University College Hospital at his best pace.
He was getting dazed but Ayscough who was still smoking the cigar which Yada had given him, strode along into the hotel entrance apparently as fresh as paint. Purdie had a private sitting-room in connection with his bedroom, and there they found him and Lauriston, both smoking pipes and each evidently full of thought and speculation. They jumped to their feet as the detective entered.
He began to look round with more intelligence, scanning one face after another with growing dislike, and presently he muttered certain observations to himself which, though not in English, sounded anything but complimentary to those who watched him. And Ayscough suddenly turned to the superior officials.
"But you must stop here with me, until I find out more. Come to the door we must have help here." Lauriston saw there was nothing to do but to obey, and he followed Ayscough to the street door. The detective opened it, looked out, and waiting a few minutes, beckoned to a policeman who presently strolled along.
And as you're younger, and slimmer, and less conspicuous than I am, if he should emerge, keep on the shadowy side of the street, at a safe distance, and follow him as cleverly as you can. I'll follow you." "What new game's this?" asked Melky. "Never mind!" replied Ayscough.
"They're respectable gentlemen even if they are foreigners. Better be careful we don't know anything against 'em." "Never you fear!" said Melky. "I'll beat 'em all right. Ain't I got a good excuse, Mr. Ayscough? Just to ask a civil question. Begging their pardons for intrusion, but since the lamented death of Mr.
"Andie must not go home to Mrs. Flitwick's! I know what Ayscough meant tonight and remember, all of you, it was private between him and myself. If he goes home, he may be arrested, any minute. He must be kept out of the way of the police for a bit, and " Purdie rose from the table and shook his head determinedly. "No," he said. "None of that! We're going to have no running away, no hiding!
Ayscough drew the sheet over the dead man's face and signed to his companion to follow him outside, to a room where Melky Rubinstein, still gravely meditating over the events of the evening, was awaiting their reappearance. "So that," said Ayscough, jerking his thumb in the direction of the mortuary, "that's Chen Li! You're certain?" "Chen Li! without a doubt!" answered the house-surgeon.
Gentleman outside would like a word with you, if you please, sir." Ayscough picked up his hat and walked out there, waiting a little way down the corridor, an impressive figure in his big black cloak and wide- brimmed hat, stood Dr. Mirandolet. He strode forward as the detective advanced. "I heard you were here, so I came up," he said, leading Ayscough away.
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