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Parslett, being next-door neighbour to Daniel Multenius, had probably seen Chen Li whom we now believed to have been the actual thief slip away from Multenius's door, and, when the news of Daniel's death came out, had put two and two together, and, knowing where the Chinamen lived, had gone to the house in Maida Vale to blackmail them.
And he's shaved off his beard and mustache, and he's wearing tramp's clothes and he and Stephen Purvis have been looking night and day, for that confounded diamond, and for eighty thousand pounds! And what's more, Levendale does not know who killed Daniel Multenius or that he was murdered! But, by George, sirs!" he added, as high above their heads the clock of St.
Multenius wasn't out of the shop at all yesterday afternoon I've made sure o' that fact from my cousin. He didn't find no book, gentlemen. It was brought there." Ayscough picked up one of the papers and turned to Melky and Lauriston. "Here!" he said. "We'll soon get some light on this. You two come with me we'll step round to Mr. Levendale."
You're an honest- looking young chap but you must admit that it looks a bit queer that I should find you running out of this shop, old Multenius dead inside his parlour, and you with a couple of rings in your possession which look uncommonly like his property! Just tell me how it came about." Lauriston told him the plain truth from the pawning of the watch to the present visit.
He spent the evening in reading the accounts of the inquest on Daniel Multenius in more than one of the newspapers they were full and circumstantial, and it needed little of his shrewd perception to convince him that his old schoolmate stood in considerable danger if he failed to establish his ownership of the rings.
"It would make a big difference if we had any idea of what it was that Daniel Multenius had in that packet which he fetched from his bank on the day of the murder," remarked Ayscough. "If there's been robbery, that may have been the thief's object." "That pre-supposes that the thief knew what was in the packet," said Purdie. "Who is there that could know?
"Get a taxi-cab," he whispered, "and we'll all go to see that American man you've told me of Guyler. And when we've seen him, you can take me to see Daniel Multenius's granddaughter." Old Daniel Multenius had been quietly laid to rest that afternoon, and at the very moment in which Mr. Killick and his companions were driving away from the police station to seek Stuyvesant Guyler at his hotel, Mr.
"Dear Sir, Just a line to say I leave here by s.s. Golconda in a day or two this precedes me by today's mail. I hope to be in England November 15th due then, anyway and shall call on you immediately on arrival. Better arrange to have Mr. S. L. to meet you and me at once. Faithfully, "Stephen Purvis." "November 15th?" remarked Ayscough. "Mr. Multenius died on November 19th.
Levendale about that advertisement for his book," he remarked, "he said he'd never heard of Daniel Multenius. That's a fact, mister!" "Had Mr. Multenius any private business relations of which he didn't tell you?" asked Purdie, turning to Zillah. "He might have had," admitted Zillah. "He was out a good deal. I don't know what he might do when he went out. He was close.
Daniel Multenius was left alone we know that. Some person undoubtedly came in here perhaps more than one person came. Who was the person? Were there two persons? If there were two, did they come together or singly, separately? All that will have to be solved before we find out who it was that assaulted my late client, and so injured him that he died under the shock. Now, Miss Wildrose, and Mr.
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