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Rubinstein comes in soon or when he comes tell him I've got it, and ask him to come round to me immediately it's important." Mrs. Flitwick produced the telegram at once, and Zillah, repeating her commands about Melky, hurried away with it. But at the first street lamp she paused, and tore open the envelope, and pulled out the message.
Goldmark when that good lady returned, and without saying anything to her as to the nature of her errand, hurried round to Star Street, to find Melky Rubinstein and tell him of the new development. Mrs. Flitwick herself opened the door to Zillah and led her into the narrow passage. But at the mention of Melky she shook her head. "I ain't set eyes on Mr.
Flitwick turned to Melky with an air of relief. "Perhaps you can tell this gentleman where Mr. Lauriston is, Mr. Rubinstein?" she said. "I ain't seen him since he went out first thing this morning." Melky looked the stranger over narrowly. Then he silently beckoned him outside the house, and walked him out of earshot. "You ain't the friend from Scotland?" asked Melky.
It was only by an effort that he could force himself to pass the eating-house; once beyond its door, he ran, ran until he reached his lodgings and slipped three sovereigns into Mrs. Flitwick's hands. "That'll make us right to this week end, Mrs. Flitwick," he said. "Put the receipt in my room." "And greatly obliged I am to you, Mr. Lauriston," answered the landlady.
Lauriston, if it was but a couple o' pounds. My landlord's that hard " Lauriston turned and picked up his hat. "All right, Mrs. Flitwick," he said quietly. "I'll see what I can do. I I'd never even thought of it." When the woman had gone away, closing the door behind her, he pulled the watch out of his pocket and looked at it an old-fashioned, good, gold watch, which had been his father's.
His father was a minister of the Free Church. His mother was dead, too. He himself had come to London about two years ago just after his mother's death. For the past few weeks he had lodged with Mrs. Flitwick, in Star Street that was his present address. He was a writer of fiction stories and novels. He had heard all the evidence already given, including that of the last witness, Hollinshaw.
I've kept to myself working hard: I've had no time nor inclination, either to make friends. Here's the house where I lodge it's not much of a place, but come in." They had reached Mrs. Flitwick's house by that time, and Mrs. Flitwick herself was in the narrow, shabby passage as they entered. She immediately produced two letters. "Here's two letters for you, Mr.
The first, of course, he got before he went out; the one that come at noon's awaiting him. No I ain't seen him all day!" Zillah's quick wits were instantly at work as soon as she heard of the telegram. "Oh, I know all about that wire, Mrs. Flitwick!" she exclaimed. "It's as much for me as for my cousin. Give it to me and if Mr.
Lauriston," she said, with a sharp glance at Ayscough. "One of 'em's a registered I did sign for it. So I kept 'em myself, instead of sending 'em up to your room." "Thank you, Mrs. Flitwick," said Lauriston.
It's going on for six weeks now, you know, and I'm that put to it, what with the rent, and the rates " Andrew Lauriston shook his head not in denial, but in sheer perplexity. "Mrs. Flitwick," he answered, "I'll give you your money the very minute I get hold of it! I told you the other day I'd sold two stories well, I've asked to be paid for them at once, and the cheque might be here by any post.
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