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"None! that I know of," she answered. "I've helped my grandfather in this business for some time. I never heard him mention Mr. Levendale. Mr. Levendale never came here, certainly." Melky shook his head, too. "When Mr. Ayscough, and Mr. Lauriston, and me went round to Sussex Square, to see Mr.
Chang Li has disappeared!" "You suspect Chang Li?" asked Yada. "I do," exclaimed Ayscough. "A Chinaman a diamond worth every penny of eighty thousand pounds Ah!" He suddenly lifted his eyes to Yada with a quick enquiry. "How much do you know of these two?" he asked. "Little beyond the fact that they were fellow-students of mine," answered Yada.
Detective that's where Chen Li hid the diamond and that Japanese man has got it. And now you'd better be after him half-an-hour's start to him is as good as a week's would be to you." He drew the sheet over the dead face and strode out, and Ayscough followed, angry, mystified, and by no means convinced. "Look here!" he said, as they reached the ante-room; "that's all very well, Dr.
"I say!" exclaimed Lauriston. "Is this true? this about the Chinese chap? Is it what they think at your police-station? connected with the other affairs? We've been waiting, hoping you'd come in!" "Ah!" said Ayscough, dropping into a chair. "We've been pretty busy, me and Mr. Rubinstein there we've had what you might call a pretty full evening's work of it.
I don't mean by you but these here gentlemen, the police, and Mr. Parminter there, is going off on a wrong scent. I know what they're after, and they're wrong! They're suppressing evidence, Mr. Coroner." Melky turned on Ayscough. "What about the clue o' this here old book?" he demanded. "Why ain't you bringing that forward?
In the south transept is a beautiful altar tomb with a richly carved canopy; the occupant is unknown. So is the resting-place of Bishop Ayscough. Another fine monument is that in the nave to Sir Ralph Cheney . The beautiful and original fourteenth-century glass should be noticed and also the Jacobean pulpit.
He made cautious enquiries as to how that could be done and he began to think that the notes were so much waste paper to him. And then Ayscough called on him and for the first time, he heard the story of the orange-yellow diamond. That gave him an idea.
And Zillah told little. She had gone out to do some shopping, at half-past-four on the previous afternoon. She left her grandfather alone. He was then quite well. He was in the front shop, doing nothing in particular. She was away about an hour, when she returned to find Detective-Sergeant Ayscough, whom she knew, and Mr.
He set off along a gravelled path which ran round the side of the house, and ascended the steps to the porticoed front door. And there he rang the bell and he and his companion heard its loud ringing inside the house. But no answer came and the whole place seemed darker and stiller than before. "Of course there's nobody in!" muttered Ayscough. "Come on let's get out of it." Melky made no answer.
Melky was calmly smoking a cigar and he went on smoking it as he led the Inspector and his men upstairs to the prisoner. He could not deprive himself of the pleasure of a dig at Ayscough. "Went one better than you again, Mr. Ayscough," he said, as he laid his hand on the key of the locked room. "Now if I hadn't seen through my young gentleman "
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