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With a polite bow he handed a card in Levendale's direction. "Permit me, sir," he said suavely. "My card. As for the rest, perhaps Mr. Detective here will tell you." "It's this way, you see, Mr. Levendale," remarked Ayscough. "Acting on information received from Dr. Pittery, one of the junior house-surgeons at University College Hospital, who told me that Mr.
Purdie knew something had happened as soon as he was admitted to the house. Levendale's butler, who had accompanied his master to the Highlands, and had recognized Purdie on his calling the previous day, came hurrying to him in the hall, as soon as the footman opened the door. "You haven't seen Mr. Levendale since you were here yesterday, sir?" he asked, in a low, anxious voice. "Seen Mr.
"Ah! you think that, do you?" said Melky. "But why should that news fetch him out?" "Don't know!" replied Ayscough, almost unconcernedly. "But I'm almost certain that it will. You see I think Levendale's looking for Chen Li. Now, if Levendale hears that Chen Li's lying dead in our mortuary what? See?" Melky murmured that Mr.
The trim beard and mustache were hopelessly lost, and there were lines on Levendale's face which they concealed, but Levendale himself was now smartly groomed and carefully dressed, and business-like, and it was with the air of a man who means business that he strode into the room and threw a calm nod to the officials.
As for his hearers, they first looked at each other and then at him, and Guyler laughed and went on. "That makes you jump!" he said. "Well, now, at the end of that inquest business in the papers the other day I noticed Spencer Levendale's name mentioned in connection with some old book that was left, or found in Mr. Daniel Multenius's back-parlour.
Oh, yes I don't make no mistake, Mr. Purdie." Purdie looked again at Melky this time with an enquiry in his glance. "Don't ask me, Mr. Purdie!" said Melky. "I don't know what to say. Sounds like as if these two went into Levendale's house. But what man would have a latch-key to that but Levendale himself? More mystery! ain't I full of it already? Now if Mr. Ayscough hadn't gone away "
My own impression is that I shall find Levendale there. And as you're aware, Andie I know Levendale." He left them standing in the shadow of a projecting portico and going up to Levendale's front door, rang the bell. There was no light in any of the windows; all appeared to be in dead stillness in the house; somewhere, far off in the interior, he heard the bell tinkle.
Levendale's unexplained disappearance the strange death of this man Parslett the mystery of those platinum studs dropped in the pawnbroker's parlour and in Mrs. Goldmark's eating house no! the whole affair's a highly complicated one. That's my view of it." "And mine," said Ayscough. He looked at the unbelieving official, and turned away from him to glance out of the window into the street.
But of Levendale's real character and self he knew no more than could be gained from holiday acquaintance.
Purdie looked at Melky and shook his head. "That's not Levendale!" he said, "Clean-shaven! Levendale's bearded and mustached and I should say a bit vain of his beard. Um! you're dead certain, Mrs. Goldmark, about the other man?" "As that I tell you this," insisted Mrs. Goldmark. "I see him as plain as what I see him when he calls at my establishment and leaves his jewellery on my table.
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