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"You've seen him there?" demanded Levendale. "I saw him there during last night I know him to be there he will be there, either until you take him, or until his arrangements are made for getting out of this country," answered Yada. Levendale jumped up, as if for instant action. But the Inspector quietly tapped him on the elbow. "He promised to tell you how to take him, Mr. Levendale," he said.
He walked across the room to a writing cabinet which stood in one corner, and took up a small book that lay on the blotting-pad; while he turned over its pages, Ayscough, helping himself and Melky to a drink, winked at his companion with a meaning expression. "I have not seen either Mr. Chang Li or Mr. Chen Li since the morning of the 18th November," suddenly said Yada.
"I should say that when they weren't at the hospital, they were at their house reading," answered Yada, drily. "They were hard workers." Ayscough rose from his chair. "Well, much obliged to you, sir," he said. "As your name was mentioned as some sort of a friend of theirs, I came to you. Of course, most of what I've told you will be in all the papers tomorrow.
Now, Ayscough had a good acquaintance with the Continental train services some hours must elapse before Yada could possibly get a train for Dover, or Folkstone, or Newhaven, or the shortest way across, or to any other ports such as Harwich or Southampton, by a longer route.
Your name, sir, was given to me tonight by one of the junior house-surgeons at the hospital up the street Dr. Pittery." "Oh, yes, Dr. Pittery I know," agreed Yada. "Yes?" "Dr. Pittery tells me, sir," continued Ayscough, "that you know two Chinese gentlemen who are fellow-students of yours at the hospital, Mr. Yada?" The Japanese bowed his dark head and blew out a mouthful of smoke from his cigar.
The little Jew with the cunning smile had seen his chance of making a quiet penny, and had taken it it was all right, said Yada, all right. And yet, there was one horrible thought supposing, now that Melky had got the cheque, that he cashed it and made off with all the money, never to return? On top of that thought, Melky did return much sooner than Yada had expected.
The folk who had been chiefly concerned about the orange-yellow diamond and the eighty thousand pounds' worth of Bank of England notes were not so much troubled about proving the truth of Yada's strange story as Yada himself was the main point to them was that they had recovered their property.
He hurriedly transferred them to his own pocket, and got away from the house by the door at the back of the garden and it was not until late that night, in the privacy of his own rooms, that he found he had nearly eighty thousand pounds in his possession. For some days, said Yada, he was at a loss what to do with his booty. He was afraid of attempting to change five hundred pound notes.
He opened the door and beckoned the prisoner out into the dark lobby at the top of the stairs. "Come here a minute, mister," said Melky, invitingly. "Just a word!" Yada, all unsuspecting, stepped out and found his arms firmly gripped by two bulky policemen. The policemen were very quiet but Melky laughed gleefully while Yada screamed and cursed him.
He had reached the first, and was addressing the driver, when Melky, who had kept a few yards in the rear, stole gently up to his side and tapped him on the shoulder. "Mister!" said Melky. "A word in private!" Yada turned on his interrupter with the swiftness of a snake, and for a second his white teeth showed themselves in an unmistakable snarl, and a savage gleam came into his dark eyes.
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