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"According to the description given in this account and in the advertisement yes," she answered. "I noticed the fine binding. Although Mr. Levendale didn't see me there were a lot of people about I was close to him. I am sure it was the book described here." "And he went in the direction of the pawnshop?" said Purdie. "What on earth does it all mean?
I've been a bit of a rolling stone, do you see knocked about the world, pretty considerable, doing one thing and another, and I've falsified the old saying, for I've contrived to gather a good bit of moss in my rollings. Well, now, I was located in Cape Town for a while, some five years ago, and I met Spencer Levendale there.
And has Levendale any connections with the strange man who dropped one platinum solitaire stud in Mrs. Goldmark's restaurant, and another in this parlour?" No one attempted to answer these questions for a moment; then, Melky, as if seized with a sudden inspiration, smote the table and leaned over it towards the solicitor. "Mr.
They were mutually inspecting and appraising each other, and in spite of their impassive faces, it was plain that each was wondering about his next move. It was Levendale who spoke first spoke as if he and the young Japanese were the only people in the room, as if nothing else mattered. He bent forward to Yada. "How much do you know?" he demanded. Yada showed his white teeth again.
For anything we know, Levendale and Purvis with him may be safely trapped within half-a-mile of Praed Street or, as I say, they may have been quietly murdered. Of one thing I'm dead certain, anyway if you want to get at the bottom of this affair, you've got to find those two men!"
You've mentioned Mr. Spencer Levendale and this book which was so strangely left at the pledge- office. I happen to know Mr. Levendale pretty well." "You do, mister!" exclaimed Melky. "Small world, ain't it, now?" "I met Mr. Spencer Levendale last September two months ago," continued Purdie.
And that seems to have been the last time any one we've come across saw him. That night, after his visit to his house, and his taking the phial of chloroform away with him, Levendale utterly disappeared, too and yet sent a wire to his butler, from close by, next morning, saying he would be away for a few days! Why didn't he call with that message himself!" Mr.
"It was not convenient to him we will assume to admit that he did, just then. But I have discovered from the bankers that precisely two years ago, Mr. Spencer Levendale paid to Daniel Multenius a sum of ten thousand pounds. That's a fact!" "For what, mister?" demanded Melky. "Can't say nobody can say," answered the solicitor.
She, too, looked at him: there was a question in the eyes of both. "What do you make of that?" asked Purdie after a pause. "What do you make of it?" she asked in her turn. "It looks odd but there may be a reason for it," he answered. "Look here! I'm going to ask you a question. What do you know of Mr. Levendale? You've been governess to his children for some time, haven't you?"
The girl bent nearer to him. "It seems a dreadful thing to say," she whispered, "but I must tell somebody I can't, I daren't keep it to myself any longer! Mr. Levendale isn't telling the truth about that book!" Purdie involuntarily glanced at the door and drew his chair nearer to Elsie's. "You're sure of that?" he whispered. "Just so! Now in what way?"
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