Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 11, 2025
The matter was soon cleared: the man carried off upon a shutter, and I borne in much state and solemnity to a special bedroom, where the small bone of my leg was set by Surgeon Purdie, the younger of the two brothers of that name.
Levendale by sight?" asked Purdie. "Often, since all this begins, I ask myself that question," said Mrs. Goldmark, "him being, so to speak, a neighbour. No, that I do not, not being able to say he was ever pointed out to me." "Well, you can describe the man who pulled out his latch-key and opened the door, anyhow," remarked Purdie. "You took a good look at him, I suppose!"
"Your brother's here!" said Purdie, who was standing by the window and keeping an eye on the street outside. "And Mr. Levendale with him hadn't you better have them straight in?" he went on, turning to the inspector. "They both look as if they'd things to tell." But Ayscough had already made for the door and within a moment was ushering in the new arrivals.
Gardiner, and the Coroner, after a short interchange of whispers with his officer, glanced at a group of professional-looking men behind the witness-box. "Call Dr. Mirandolet!" he directed. Purdie at that moment caught Ayscough's eye. And the detective winked at him significantly as a strange and curious figure came out from the crowd and stepped into the witness-box.
We haven't seen each other since " "Good God, man!" broke in Purdie, staring at his host. "What's it all mean? Are you disguised?" Levendale laughed ruefully and glanced at the mean garments which Mrs. Goldmark had spoken of. "Necessity!" he said. "Had to! Ah! I've been through some queer times and in queer places. Look here what do you know?" "Know!" cried Purdie.
By a diligent search in directories and reference books early that morning, Purdie and Lauriston had managed to trace Mr. Edward Killick, who, having been at one time a well-known solicitor in the City, had followed the practice of successful men and retired to enjoy the fruit of his labours in a nice little retreat in the country. Mr.
"God bless my soul!" he exclaimed. "Are you two young fellows the sons of old friends of mine at Peebles?" "We are, sir," answered Purdie. "This is Andrew Lauriston, and I am John Purdie. And we're very glad to find that you remember something about our people, Mr. Killick." Mr. Killick again blessed himself, and after warmly shaking hands with his visitors, bade them sit down.
There's no doubt about that, mister! there's that same curious and unusual device on each. Mister! them studs has at some time or other been made to special order!" Purdie turned the solitaire over, and looked at Zillah. "Have you ever seen anything like this before?" he asked. "Never!" said Zillah. "It's as Melky says specially made."
About noon a few clouds came up, but they all disappeared about sundown. Very little improvement in me to-day. Monday, 25th August, Purdie Ponds. Started at seven o'clock on my former tracks towards Daly Waters.
Evidently sizing Purdie up as some one in Ayscough's confidence, he spoke in the fashion of one who has something as mysterious, as important, to communicate. "Beg your pardon, Mr. Ayscough," he said. "A word with you sir. You know me, Mr. Ayscough?" Ayscough looked sharply at his questioner. "Mr. Goodyer, isn't it?" he asked. "Oh, yes, I remember. What is it?
Word Of The Day
Others Looking