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Melky knew police ways and methods, and he felt sure that whatever Ayscough, a good-natured man, might think, the superior authorities would view Lauriston's presence in the pawnshop with strong suspicion. Therefore the real culprit must be found. And he, Melky Rubinstein he must have a go at that game.
Goldmark uttered a feeble scream, clasped her hands, and stared at Melky out of her melting eyes. "Me?" she exclaimed. "Why I ain't done nothing, Mr. Rubinstein!" "Listen to me," persisted Melky. "What I says to Mr. Levendale is this here if Mrs. Goldmark hadn't had her eating establishment, and if Mr.
That will probably satisfy them I think I can add a bit more that will help further. We don't want it to be thought that the lad's run away rather than face a possible charge of murder, you know!" "I see your point, mister, I see your point!" agreed Melky. "I'm with you! I ain't no objection to that. Of course, there ain't no need to tell the police precisely where he has gone what?"
They willingly agreed to move no further in the matter until Lauriston's return and Purdie noticed, not without a smile, that they pointedly refrained from asking where he had gone to. He came out from that interview with Ayscough in attendance upon him and Melky, waiting without, saw that things had gone all right. "You might let me have your London address, sir," said Ayscough.
He was about to whisper his convictions on this point to Melky, when a door was opened and Zillah was escorted in by Ayscough, and led to the witness-box. Zillah had already assumed the garments of mourning for her grandfather. She was obviously distressed at being called to give evidence, and the Coroner made her task as brief as possible. It was at that stage little that he wanted to know.
"Let me give you a bit of advice never accept a first offer. Stand out for a bit more especially from anybody like my cousin Melky." "Is Melky a keen one, then?" enquired Lauriston. "Melky's a young Jew," said Zillah, calmly. "I'm not I'm half-and-half a mixture. My mother was Jew my father wasn't.
"And my cousin Zillah's," answered Melky, with a confidential grin. "Zillah loveliest girl in all Paddington, mister she's clear gone on the young fellow! And a word in your ear, mister! Zillah's been educated like a lady, and now that the old man's gone, Zillah'll have ah! a fortune that 'ud make a nigger turn white! And no error about it! See it through, mister!"
It was not to be believed that the old man had dropped it there no, affirmed Melky to himself, with conviction, that bit of personal property had been dropped there, out of a loose shirt-cuff by some man who had called on Daniel not long before Andie Lauriston had gone in, and who for some mysterious reason had scragged the old fellow. And now the question was who was that man?
Goldmark says it's valuable, so she put it away, in case he comes again. But we haven't seen him since." Melky took a good look at the second stud. Then he put it back in the desk, picked up his change, and went away in significant silence.
"Man from the office, sir, outside in a taxi!" he exclaimed breathlessly. "You're on the wrong track you're to get to Multenius's shop in Praed Street at once. The real man's there!" When Melky Rubinstein slipped quietly out of the police-station, he crossed the street, and taking up a position just within a narrow alley on the other side, set himself to watch the door which he had just quitted.
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