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I say! let's go and take a look round there!" "It's what I was going to propose and at once," responded Melky. "Come on but on the way, we'll pay a bit of a call. I want to ask a question of Dr. Mirandolet."
The probability is that if they saw me going to a railway station they'd arrest me." "My own opinion, mister, after what's taken place this morning, is that if you stop here, you'll be arrested before night," remarked Melky coolly. "I'd lay a tenner on it! But you ain't going to stop you must go!
It was only a step round to Praed Street, and within five minutes of leaving Melky he was looking into Daniel Multenius's window. He remembered now that he had often looked into it, without noticing the odd name above it. It was a window in which there were all sorts of curious things, behind a grille of iron bars, from diamonds and pearls to old ivory and odds and ends of bric-a-brac.
He met Melky Rubinstein emerging from the door; Melky immediately pulled out a telegram which he thrust into Purdie's hand. "Just come, mister!" exclaimed Melky. "There's a word for you in it I was going to your hotel. Read what he says." Purdie unfolded the pink paper and read.
"I hear you say at that inquest as how you'd lived in the East?" "Yes!" replied Mirandolet. "Many years. India Burmah China!" "You know these Easterns, mister, and their little way?" suggested Melky. "Now, would it be too much I don't want to get no professional information, you know, if it ain't etiquette! but would it be too much to ask you if them folks is pretty good hands at poisoning?"
Rubinstein, who lodges where I do. He knows me." "Oh, Melky Rubinstein!" said Ayscough. "I know Melky sharp chap he is. He sold me this pin I'm wearing. Well, that seems quite a straightforward tale, Mr. Lauriston. I've no doubt all will be satisfactory. You've friends in London, of course?" "No none," replied Lauriston. "And scarcely an acquaintance.
Ayscough and Melky kept silence, until they had exchanged the busy streets for the quieter by-roads which lie behind the Paddington Canal then, as they turned up Portsdown Road, the detective tapped his companion's arm. "What do you know about these two Chinese chaps that have this furnished house of yours?" he asked. "Much? or little?" "We don't know nothing at all, Mr.
Now then, you know this neighbourhood, and I don't show me the way to Sussex Square I'm going to call on Mr. Levendale at once." John Purdie had a double object in calling on Mr. Spencer Levendale. He had mentioned to Melky that when he met Levendale in the Highlands, Levendale, who was a widower, had his children and their governess with him.
Daniel Multenius, me and Miss Zillah Wildrose has come into his bit of property, and does the two gentlemen desire to continue their tenancy, and is there anything we can do to make 'em comfortable see? Oh, I'll talk to 'em all right!" "What're you getting at, all the same?" asked the detective. "Give it a title!" Melky squeezed his companion's arm. "I want to see 'em," he whispered.
So for the second time that evening, Melky, who was beginning to feel as if he were on a chase which pursued anything but a straight course, found himself in Gower Street again, and followed Ayscough along, wondering what was going to happen next, until the detective paused at the door of a tall house in the middle of the long thoroughfare and rang the bell.
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