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"There's such a lot of ingenious theories about that one may as well try to take in another. Mr. Rubinstein there is about weary of theories." But Melky was pricking his ears at the mere mention of anything relating to the diamond. "That's his chaff, Mr. Lauriston," he said. "Never mind him! What does Guyler think?"
"Before Mr. Lauriston says anything about that," interrupted Purdie, "I want you to hear a story which this gentleman, Mr. Stuyvesant Guyler, of New York, can tell you. It's important it bears right on this affair. If you just listen to what he can tell "
The crowd surged out into the damp November morning, eagerly discussing the evidence just given. Purdie, Lauriston, and Guyler, all equally mystified, followed, already beginning to speculate and to theorize. Suddenly Melky Rubinstein hurried up to them, waving a note. "There was a fellow waiting outside with this from Zillah," said Melky. "She'd heard you were all here, and she knew I was.
Andie Lauriston's not going to show the least fear of the police, or of any of their theories. He's just going to follow my orders and I'm going to take him to my hotel for the night leave him to me! I'm going to see this thing right through to the finish however it ends. Now, let's separate. Mr. Guyler!" "Sir?" answered the American. "At your service."
"Well, of course, Guyler doesn't know yet about the Chinese development," said Lauriston. "Guyler thinks the robbery has been the work of a gang a clever lot of diamond thieves who knew about Stephen Purvis's find of the orange-yellow thing and put in a lot of big work about getting it when it reached England.
There was a moment of surprised silence, and then Melky turned eagerly to the American. "Mister!" he said. "Let's be getting at something! What do you know, now, about this here Levendale?" "Not much," replied Guyler. "But I'm open to tell what I do know.
So listen to me, all of you I already see two gentlemen here, Mr. Killick, and Mr. Guyler, who in a certain fashion, can corroborate some particulars that I shall give you. Keep us free from interruption, if you please, while I tell you my story."
But he's certain that Purvis disappeared into one block of them and dead certain that it was Stephen Purvis that he saw. So Purvis is alive!" "Where's the other Purvis the farmer?" asked Ayscough. "Stopping with Guyler at the Great Northern," answered Lauriston. "We've all four been down in the City, looking round, this evening.
"Guyler had business down in the City in the far end of it," said Purdie. "He was crossing Bishopsgate when he saw Stephen Purvis he swears it was Stephen Purvis! nothing can shake him! He, Purvis, was just turning the corner into a narrow alley running out of the street. Guyler rushed after him he'd disappeared.
"I wouldn't waste time," said the other. "We can talk just as straight in the dark, and I guess this meeting will finish up outside on the prairie. You've given me a good deal of trouble to trail you, Mr. Guyler." "Well," said Winston dryly, "it seems to me that you have found the wrong man." The stranger laughed unpleasantly. "I was figuring you'd take it like that, but you can't bluff me.
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