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He had his back to me I did not know which of the two he was. I thought nothing of the matter, and went on. In another minute I was at the pawn-shop. I opened the door, walked in, and went straight to the little parlour I had been there just twice before when Daniel Multenius was alone, and so I knew my way. I went, I say, straight through and in the parlour doorway ran into Stephen Purvis.
He was, said this fellow, next door neighbour to Mr. Daniel Multenius, in Praed Street, Chen Li's landlord: his name, if Chen Li wanted to know it, was Parslett, fruitier and green-grocer, and it was there, bold as brass, over his shop-door, for him or anybody to look at. He had a side-door to his house: that side-door was exactly opposite a side-door in Mr.
"Now come! hasn't it struck you that something went before the death of old Daniel Multenius whether that death arose from premeditated murder, or from sudden assault? Eh? hasn't it?" "What, then?" asked the detective dubiously. "For I can't say that it has definitely. What do you conjecture did go before that?" Mr. Killick thumped his stout stick on the floor.
Purdie," he answered. "I've no doubt that when we get to the bottom of this case it'll turn out to be a very simple one but the thing is to get to the bottom. The ways are complicated, sir uncommonly so! At present we're in a maze seeking the right path." "Do you think that this Parslett affair has anything to do with the Multenius affair?" asked Purdie. "Yes undoubtedly!" answered the detective.
However, I noticed something I am naturally very quick of observation. As I passed the end of the street which goes round the back of the Grand Junction Canal basin, the street called Iron Gate Wharf, I saw turn into it, walking very quickly, a Chinaman whom I knew to be one of the two Chinese medical students to whom Daniel Multenius had let a furnished house in Maida Vale.
"We found it two letters at my lodgings when he walked round there with me after what I have just told you of." "You had done your business on that previous occasion with the grand- daughter?" asked the Coroner. "You had not seen the old man, then?" "I never to my knowledge saw Mr. Multenius till I found him lying dead in his own parlour," answered Lauriston.
"I may as well tell you that that book of yours was found yesterday afternoon, under strange circumstances. Mr. Daniel Multenius, the jeweller and pawnbroker, of Praed Street perhaps you know him, sir?" "Not at all!" answered Levendale. "Never heard of him." "He was well known in this part of the town," remarked Ayscough, quietly. "Well, sir Mr.
Penniket rose and gathered his papers together. "I suppose," he remarked, "that neither of you ever heard of this diamond, nor of Mr. Multenius having charge of it? No just so. An atmosphere of secrecy all over the transaction. Well all I can say, Ayscough, is this you find Levendale. He's the man who knows." When the solicitor had gone, Ayscough turned to Zillah.
Clearly, it was evident that when any one died as poor old Daniel Multenius had died, the law took good care that everybody should know everything about it, and that whatever mystery there was should be thoroughly investigated. The general public, however, had not as yet come to be greatly interested in the death of Daniel Multenius.
It would appear from all you've discovered, amongst you, up to now, that Spencer Levendale has been privately mixed up with old Daniel Multenius in some business which seems to be connected with South Africa. Now, attend to what I say: About the time that I knew Daniel Molteno in Houndsditch, Daniel Molteno had a partner a junior partner, whose name, however, didn't appear over the shop.
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