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Ayscough's curiosity was aroused by Mirandolet's manner, and without going back to Purdie's room, he set out with him. Mirandolet remained strangely silent until they came to the street in which the mortuary stood. "A strange and mysterious matter this, my friend!" he said.
But we saw him set off to the East End!" "Bah!" laughed Mirandolet. "He has what you call done you brown, my friend! He came here! And he has got away got a good start with that diamond in his pocket!" "What the devil do you mean by that?" said Ayscough, hotly. "Diamond! Diamond! Where should he find the diamond here? In a deadhouse? What are you talking about?"
He turned on the light in the mortuary chamber, and Mirandolet strode in, with Ayscough, sullen and wondering, at his heels. Chen Li lay where the detective had last seen him, still and rigid, the sheet drawn carefully over his yellow face.
Mirandolet laughed and clapping Melky's shoulder again, looked at Ayscough. "What's our young friend after?" he asked, good-humouredly. "What's his game?" "Hanged if I know, doctor!" said Ayscough, shaking his head. "He's got some notion in his head. Are you satisfied, Mr. Rubinstein?" Melky was making for the door. "Ain't I just said so?" he answered. "You come along of me, Mr.
But Ayscough knew one useful thing he had memorized the letters and numbers of the taxi-cab in which Yada had sped by him and Mirandolet, L.C. 2571 he had kept repeating that over and over. Now he took out his note- book and jotted it down and that done he set off to the police-station, intent first of all on getting in touch with New Scotland Yard by means of the telephone.
"And which of 'em, now, do you consider the cleverest of the lot them as you say you've lived amongst, now? You mentioned three lots of 'em, you know Indians, Burmese, Chinese. Which would you consider the artfullest of them three if it came to a bit of real underhand work, now?" "For the sort of thing you're thinking of, my friend," answered Mirandolet, "you can't beat a Chinaman.
Not a man in that court would have taken Dr. Mirandolet for anything but a foreigner, and for a foreigner who knew next to nothing of England and the English, and John Purdie, whose interest was now thoroughly aroused, was surprised as he heard the witness's answer to the necessary preliminary questions.
Mirandolet laughed again, and giving the detective a look that was very like one of pitying contempt, turned to the amazed mortuary keeper. "Show us that dead man!" he said. The mortuary keeper, who had allowed his keys to lie on the floor during this strange scene, picked them up, and selecting one, opened, and threw back the door by which he was standing.
Without a word Mirandolet drew that sheet aside, and motioning his companion to draw nearer, pointed to a skull-cap of thin blue silk which fitted over the Chinaman's head. "You see that!" he whispered. "You know what's beneath it! something that no true Chinaman ever parts with, even if he does come to Europe, and does wear English dress and English headgear his pigtail! Look here!"
"He mayn't been after the diamond at all!" he said, still resentful and incredulous. "Is it very likely he'd think it to be in that dead chap's pigtail when the other man's missing? It's Chang that's got that diamond not Chen." "All right, my friend!" replied Mirandolet. "Your wisdom is superior to mine, no doubt. So I wish you good-night!"
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