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Both snarl and gleam passed as quickly as they had come, and the next instant he was smiling as blandly as ever. "Oh, yes!" he said. "It is you how do you do? Perhaps you are going my way I can give you a lift Yes?" Melky drew his man away a yard or two, and lowered his voice to a whisper. "Mister!" he said, with a note of deep confidence which made Yada look at him with a sudden sense of fear.
And then Yada had gone out, knowing he was to be followed, and had tricked them beautifully, getting into an underground train going east, and, in all certainty, getting out again at the next station, chartering a cab, and returning west with Ayscough's card in his pocket.
"The fact of the case is, Mr. Yada," he said, "one of these two young men has been murdered! murdered, sir!" Yada's well-defined eyebrows elevated themselves but the rest of his face was immobile. He looked fixedly at Ayscough for a second or two then he let out one word. "Which?" "According to Dr. Pittery Chen Li," answered Ayscough. "Dr. Pittery identified him. Murdered, Mr. Yada, murdered!
So if there is anything " "A suit-case at the luggage office at Oxford Circus Tube," said Yada. "I must have it papers, you understand. If you will get me that " "Give me the ticket and that cheque," said Melky. He slipped the two bits of paper into his pocket, and made for the door. "I'll turn the key outside," he said. "You'll be safer.
I do not want to figure actively in your business." Then he was gone and the rest of them were so deeply taken with the news which he had communicated that no one noticed that just before Yada fastened his last glove-button, Melky Rubinstein slipped from his corner and glided quietly out of the room.
You want that cheque turned into cash you want to get out of London tonight? All right then hand over your check and keep quiet till I come back. Is there anything else now any bit of luggage you want?" "You do all this if I pay you one hundred pounds?" asked Yada. "That'll do me, mister," answered Melky. "I'm a poor fellow, d'ye see? I don't pick up a hundred quid every day, I assure you!
He had had some experience of various national characteristics in his time, and he knew that when an Eastern meets you with a frank and smiling countenance you had better keep all your wits about you. He began the exercise of his own with a polite bow while executing it, he took a rapid inventory of Mr. Mori Yada.
Yada looked round, doubtfully. They had turned two or three corners by that time, and were in a main street, which lay at the back of Praed Street. He glanced at Melky's face which suggested just then nothing but cunning and stratagem. "What can you do for me?" he asked. "How much do you want? You want money, eh?" "Make it a hundred quid, mister," said Melky.
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.
"I haven't a hundred pounds to give you," answered Yada. "I have scarcely any money but this cheque." "In course you ain't, mister!" agreed Melky. "I twigged your game straight off you only came there to the police-station to put yourself in funds for your journey!
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