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Updated: June 25, 2025
This queer disappearance of yours this being away coming back without your beard and dressed like that! aren't you going to explain? The police " "Yes!" said Levendale. "Ten o'clock this morning the police-station. Be there all of you anybody anybody who likes I'm going to tell the police all I know. Purvis and I, we can't do any more baffled, you understand!
Once more that duel of the eyes and to John Purdie, who prided himself on being a judge of expressions, it was evident that the younger man was more than the equal of the older. It was Levendale who gave way and when he took his eyes off Yada, it was to turn to Stephen Purvis. Stephen Purvis nodded his head once more and growled a little. "Make terms with him!" he muttered.
Ayscough! when on earth is this going to come to something like a clearing-up?" Ayscough settled himself in a corner of a smoking-carriage and leaned back. "My own opinion," he said, "is that it's coming to an end. Tomorrow, the news of the Chinaman's murder'll be the talk of the town. And if that doesn't fetch Levendale out of whatever cranny he's crept into, hanged if I know what will!"
"He said that Multenius and Levendale would make or were making what he called a syndicate to buy it from him. They'd have it cut over in Amsterdam, I think it was. He reckoned he'd get quite eighty thousand from the syndicate." "He didn't mention any other names than those of Multenius and Levendale?" "No none!" "Now, one more question. Where did your brother leave you at Plymouth?"
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.
I'm very glad to hear of it and I shall be pleased to reward you," he concluded, turning to Melky. "Handsomely! as I promised." But Melky made no sign of gratitude or pleasure. He was eyeing the rich man before him in inquisitive fashion. "Mister!" he said suddenly. "I'd like to ask you a question." Levendale frowned a little. "Well?" he asked brusquely. "What is it?" "This here," replied Melky.
"So let's put our wits together we'll consider the question of approaching the police when we've talked amongst ourselves. Now I want to ask you some very private questions. They spring out of that rare book there. There's no doubt that book belongs to Mr. Levendale. Do either of you know if Mr. Levendale had any business relations with the late Mr. Rubinstein?" Zillah shook her head.
What's the extraordinary mystery about that book left in Multenius's back parlour and advertised for immediately by Levendale as if it were simply invaluable? Why has Levendale utterly disappeared? And who is this man Purvis and what's he to do with it? You've got the hardest nuts to crack a whole basketful of 'em! that ever I heard of. And I've had some little experience of crime!"
Now I and five other men all of different nationalities were very useful to Levendale in a big deal that he was anxious to carry through never mind what it was and he felt pretty grateful to us, I reckon.
"I've had some information on Levendale and Purvis this very afternoon," said Ayscough. He turned to the other officials. "I hadn't a chance of telling you of it before," he continued. "I was at Levendale's house at three o'clock, making some further enquiries. I got two pieces of news.
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