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"My cousin Zillah Wildrose, mister," answered Melky, solemnly, "is one of the best! She's a better headpiece on her than what I have and that's saying a good deal. I was going to suggest you should come there. Talk! s'elp me, Mr. Purdie, it strikes me there'll be a lot of that before we've done. What about this here affair of last night? I've just seen Mr.
"Ah!" remarked Melky, as they pushed at the door of the eating-house. "And ain't it going to be a nice job to find the man that scragged him? I don't think! But I'm going to take a hand at that game, mister! let alone the police." Mrs. Goldmark was out. She had heard the news, said the waitress who was left in charge, and had gone round to do what she could for Miss Zillah.
Inside, on a half-sheet of notepaper, were a few lines from the pretty governess at Mr. Spencer Levendale's. "Can you come here at once and ask for me? There is something seriously wrong: I am much troubled and have no one in London I can consult." With a hasty excuse to Melky, Purdie ran out of the hotel, and set off in quick response to the note.
Melky Rubinstein, and button-holed him, and for ten minutes talked seriously to him. Melky, who had good reasons of his own for keeping in his cousin's favour, listened like a lamb to all she had to say, and went off promising implicit obedience to her commandments. "Zillah ain't half gone on that chap!" mused Melky, as he pursued his way.
Half an hour later, when the dead man had been carried to his room, and the shop and house had been closed, Melky Rubinstein, who had come in while the police were still there, and had remained when they had gone, stood talking to Zillah in the upstairs sitting-room. Melky was unusually grave: Zillah had already gathered that the police had some suspicion about Lauriston.
"That's the young man, sir," he answered, with confidence. Amidst a general craning of necks, Melky whispered to Lauriston. "You'd ought to ha' had a lawyer, mister!" he said. "S'elp me, I'm a blooming fool for not thinking of it! Be careful the Coroner's a-looking at you!" As a matter of fact, every person in the court was staring at Lauriston, and presently the Coroner addressed him.
I ain't no fool, you know, and I'm going to work this thing out." Lauriston gave Melky a complete account of his connection with the matter: Melky checked off all the points on his long fingers. At the end he turned to the table and indicated the finely-bound book which Lauriston had noticed when he and the detective had first looked round.
Naturally they felt remarkably grateful to Melky Rubinstein for his astuteness in circumventing Yada at what might have been the last moment. And one day, at that portion of it when business was slack and everybody was feeling comfortable after dinner, Melky called on Mrs.
"That is as I remember him. Biggish, raw- boned, hard-bitten sort of a man about my age clean-shaven looked more of a Colonial than an Englishman he'd been out in South Africa, doing one thing and another, since he was a boy." "S'elp me if that doesn't sound like the man who was in Mrs. Goldmark's restaurant!" said Melky. "Just what she describes, anyhow!"
So if there is anything " "A suit-case at the luggage office at Oxford Circus Tube," said Yada. "I must have it papers, you understand. If you will get me that " "Give me the ticket and that cheque," said Melky. He slipped the two bits of paper into his pocket, and made for the door. "I'll turn the key outside," he said. "You'll be safer.
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