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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.
Of course, I concluded that he was the same Spencer Levendale I'd known out there in South Africa, five years ago. And to tell you the truth, I've been watching your papers, morning and evening, since, to see if there was any more news of him. But so far I haven't seen any." Purdie and Melky exchanged glances, and in response to an obvious hint from Melky, Purdie spoke.
"Was that there book wrapped up? Was it brown- papered, now, when you left it?" It seemed to Lauriston that Levendale was somewhat taken aback. But if he was, it was only for a second: his answer, then, came promptly enough. "No, it was not," he said. "I carried it away from the shop where I bought it just as it was. Why do you ask?" "It's a very fine-bound book," remarked Melky.
And suddenly, as he stood waiting and listening, he heard a voice that sounded close by him and became aware that there was a small trap or grille in the door, behind which he made out a face. "Who is that?" whispered the voice. "John Purdie wanting to see Mr. Levendale," he answered promptly. The door was just as promptly opened, and as Purdie stepped within was as quickly closed behind him.
Goldmark uttered a feeble scream, clasped her hands, and stared at Melky out of her melting eyes. "Me?" she exclaimed. "Why I ain't done nothing, Mr. Rubinstein!" "Listen to me," persisted Melky. "What I says to Mr. Levendale is this here if Mrs. Goldmark hadn't had her eating establishment, and if Mr.
But Yada was watching Levendale who, on his part, was just as narrowly watching Yada. The other men in the room watched these two recognizing, as if by instinct, that from that moment matters lay between Levendale and Yada, and not between Yada and Ayscough.
Penniket rose and gathered his papers together. "I suppose," he remarked, "that neither of you ever heard of this diamond, nor of Mr. Multenius having charge of it? No just so. An atmosphere of secrecy all over the transaction. Well all I can say, Ayscough, is this you find Levendale. He's the man who knows." When the solicitor had gone, Ayscough turned to Zillah.
"Has he told about that diamond? told the police?" demanded Levendale. "He has!" repeated Purdie. "That's all known. Stephen Purvis where is he?" "Upstairs asleep dead tired out," said Levendale. "We both are! Night and day day and night I could fall on this floor and sleep " "You've been after that diamond?" suggested Purdie. "That and something else," said Levendale.
We haven't seen each other since " "Good God, man!" broke in Purdie, staring at his host. "What's it all mean? Are you disguised?" Levendale laughed ruefully and glanced at the mean garments which Mrs. Goldmark had spoken of. "Necessity!" he said. "Had to! Ah! I've been through some queer times and in queer places. Look here what do you know?" "Know!" cried Purdie.
Purvis hadn't gone into it to eat a chop and to drop his platinum solitaire on the table, and if Mrs. Goldmark hadn't taken care of that platinum solitaire, and if things hadn't sprung from it eh, what then, I should like to know? So Mrs. Goldmark is entitled to whatever little present there is! that's how I put it, Mrs. Goldmark. And Mr. Levendale and Mr. Purvis, they agreed with me and oh, Mrs.
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