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Mirandolet laughed, showing a set of very white teeth, and glared at Ayscough with a suggestion of invitation to join in his amusement. He clapped Melky on the shoulder as if he had said something diverting. "Good hands, my young friend?" he exclaimed. "The very best in the world! Past masters! Adepts. Poison you while they look at you!" "Bit cunning and artful about it, mister?" suggested Melky.
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.
It was evident, said this witness, that the old man was feeble, and that he suffered from a weak heart: such an attack as that which he had described would be sufficient to cause death, almost instantly. "So it is a case of murder!" muttered Melky, who had gone back to sit by Lauriston. "That's what the police is leading up to. Be careful, mister!"
He set off along a gravelled path which ran round the side of the house, and ascended the steps to the porticoed front door. And there he rang the bell and he and his companion heard its loud ringing inside the house. But no answer came and the whole place seemed darker and stiller than before. "Of course there's nobody in!" muttered Ayscough. "Come on let's get out of it." Melky made no answer.
His attention was suddenly arrested by Melky Rubinstein, who, after much uneasiness and fidgeting, rose from his seat and made his way to the foot of the table, manifestly desiring to speak. "What is it?" asked the Coroner. "Who are you? Oh! the witness who identified the body. Yes?" "Mr. Coroner!" said Melky, in his most solemn tones. "This here inquest ain't being conducted right, sir!
There's no doubt about that, mister! there's that same curious and unusual device on each. Mister! them studs has at some time or other been made to special order!" Purdie turned the solitaire over, and looked at Zillah. "Have you ever seen anything like this before?" he asked. "Never!" said Zillah. "It's as Melky says specially made."
Melky Rubinstein, who was also watching him closely, noticed at once that he had evidently made a very careful toilet that morning. Yada's dark overcoat, thrown negligently open, revealed a smart grey lounge suit; in one gloved hand he carried a new bowler hat, in the other a carefully rolled umbrella.
Melky edged his chair still nearer to his visitor, and with a cautious glance at the door, lowered his voice. "I'm a-going to tell you all about it, mister," he said. "I know you Scotch gentlemen have got rare headpieces on you, and you'll pick it up sharp enough. Now you listen to me, Mr. Purdie, same as if I was one of them barrister chaps stating a case, and you'll get at it in no time."
"We didn't know what to do, and you didn't come, Melky nobody come and so we locked the house and thought of Mr. Purdie. Mrs. Goldmark has seen somebody!" "Who?" demanded Melky. "Somebody, now? What somebody?" "The man that came to her restaurant," replied Zillah. "The man who lost the platinum solitaire!" Mrs.
Penniket had remarked as they drove back from the cemetery, there was no reason why they should not go into matters there and then. Zillah and Melky were the only relations and the only people concerned, said Mr. Penniket. Five minutes would put them in possession of the really pertinent facts as regards the provisions of the will but there would be details to go into.
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