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Started at eight o'clock, proceeding to the Rocky Gorge, and camped. This water has shrunk considerably since we left it, and I have now little hopes of there being any water in Purdie Ponds. If there is not I shall require to push through to Daly Waters. Light winds, south-east. Wednesday, 20th August, Rocky Gorge, River Strangways.
"My cousin Zillah Wildrose, mister," answered Melky, solemnly, "is one of the best! She's a better headpiece on her than what I have and that's saying a good deal. I was going to suggest you should come there. Talk! s'elp me, Mr. Purdie, it strikes me there'll be a lot of that before we've done. What about this here affair of last night? I've just seen Mr.
'Is the colonel in the vicinity? Aunt Purdie demanded, recalling Macgregor's wondering gaze from the retreating figure. 'I couldna say. He's liker to be in a cauld bath. 'You have, of course, informed him who your uncle is? 'Me an' the colonel ha'ena done much hob-nobbin' as yet, Macgregor said, smiling. 'His mother used to obtain her groceries from your uncle.
Weel, weel, if ye feel it's yer duty to gang, lad, I suppose it's mines to let ye gang as cheery as I can. But I maun tell yer aunt. Mr. Purdie rose. Macgregor, smiled dubiously. 'She'll no' be pleased onyway. 'Aw, ye never can tell what'll please yer aunt. At least, that's been ma experience for quarter o' a century. But it'll be best to tell her through the 'phone, of course.
"Beg pardon, sir," he said, glancing at Purdie, who was questioning Melky Rubinstein as to the events of the evening in their relation to the house in Maida Vale. "Two ladies outside, sir waiting to see you. But they don't want to come in, sir, unless they know who's here don't want to meet no strangers, sir."
I want" here she unfolded her scrap of paper and made pretence to read "I want to see the Reverend Doctor Purdie J. Glasson." "Then you can't," snapped the woman, and was about to shut the door in her face, but desisted and drew back with a cry as a formidable yellow dog slipped through the opening, past her skirts, and into the garden. It was 'Dolph, of course.
Levendale did not lose his book he did not leave it in the 'bus! I'm sorry to have to say it but all that is invention on his part why, I don't know." Purdie had listened to this with a growing feeling of uneasiness and suspicion. The clouds centring round Levendale were certainly thickening. "Now, just tell me how do you know all this?" he asked. "Rely on me to the full!"
"An excellent example of the truth of the old saying that you should never judge by appearances, Andie, my man!" remarked Purdie, as they took a quick view of the place. "Who'd imagine that crime, dark secrets, and all the rest of it lies concealed behind this? behind the promise of tea and muffins, milk and buns!
Purdie did remember, and he looked at the famous expert with great interest. There was, however, nothing at all remarkable about Dr. Sperling-Lawson's appearance he was a quiet, self-possessed, plain-faced gentleman who might have been a barrister or a banker for all that any one could tell to the contrary. He gave his evidence in a matter-of-fact tone strongly in contrast to Dr.
Well, it's this way and I'll begin at the beginning." The old gentleman sat in an attitude of patient and watchful attention while Purdie, occasionally prompted and supplemented by Lauriston, told the whole story of the Praed Street affair, from Lauriston's first visit to the pawnshop up to the events of that morning.
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