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"Not in reason," answered Purdie. "Then there's the Great Western Hotel, at the end o' Praed Street," said Melky. "That'll suit a young gentleman like you, mister, down to the ground. And you'll be right on the spot!" "Come with me, then," said Purdie. "And then to the police."
What what made ye enlist? Macgregor knew, but could not have put it in words. 'Gettin' tired o' yer job here? 'Na, Uncle Purdie. 'H'm! Mr. Purdie fondled his left whisker. 'An' when a ha'e ye got to a jine yer regiment? 'The morn's mornin'. I believe we're gaun into camp immediately. 'Oho! So ye'll be wantin' to be quit o' yer job here at once.
He cheered up at these thoughts, and having written replies to the two welcome letters and asked John Purdie to see him immediately on his arrival in town, he went out again to the post-office and to fulfil his promise to Melky to call at the pawnshop. Lauriston was naturally of quick observation.
No, sir! my belief is that Parslett saw some man enter and leave Multenius's shop; that he knew the man; that he went and plumped him with the affair, and that the man gave him that gold to get rid of him at the moment and contrived to poison him, too!" Purdie considered the proposition for awhile in silence.
"Guyler had business down in the City in the far end of it," said Purdie. "He was crossing Bishopsgate when he saw Stephen Purvis he swears it was Stephen Purvis! nothing can shake him! He, Purvis, was just turning the corner into a narrow alley running out of the street. Guyler rushed after him he'd disappeared.
"Can you remember, too, from whom you bought those rings?" enquired Purdie eagerly. "Yes! as if it were yesterday!" said Mr. Killick. "I bought them from a City jeweller whom I knew very well at that time a man named Daniel Molteno!" The old solicitor's trained eye and quick intelligence saw at once that this announcement immediately conveyed some significant meaning to his two young visitors.
I shall be glad to be at Abbotsford to get rid of this town, where I have not, in the proper and social sense of the word, a single friend whose company pleases me. In the country I have always Tom Purdie. Dined at the Lord Chief Commissioner's, where I met, the first time for thirty years, my old friend and boon companion, with whom I shared the wars of Bacchus, Venus, and sometimes of Mars.
"Even now I don't know what's going to happen." "Here's Ayscough, anyway," said Purdie. "He looks as if nothing was about to happen." Ayscough, another man with him, was making his way unconcernedly down the shop.
Purdie, an old friend of Mr. Lauriston's. I've an idea where'll they'll be, just now do you mind if I telephone them to come here, at once, so that they can hear what you have to tell us?" "Not in the least!" assented the American heartily. "I'll be glad to help in any way I can I'm interested.
He was getting dazed but Ayscough who was still smoking the cigar which Yada had given him, strode along into the hotel entrance apparently as fresh as paint. Purdie had a private sitting-room in connection with his bedroom, and there they found him and Lauriston, both smoking pipes and each evidently full of thought and speculation. They jumped to their feet as the detective entered.
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