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Ayscough turned on the light and advanced into the hall. There was nothing there beyond what one would expect to see in the hall of a well-furnished house, nor was there anything but good furniture, soft carpets, and old pictures to look at in the first room into which he and Melky glanced.
You never know and to get a dead straight line at a thing's almost impossible. However, we've taken steps to have the news about the diamond and about this Chen Li appear in tomorrow morning's papers, and if that doesn't rouse the whole town " A tap at the door prefaced the entrance of a waiter, who looked apologetically at its inmates. "Beg pardon, gentlemen," he said, "Mr. Ayscough?
"The 20th?" observed Ayscough. He looked at Melky, who was paying great attention to the conversation. "Now let's see old Mr. Multenius met his death on the afternoon of the 18th. Parslett was poisoned on the night of the 19th. Um!" "And Parslett was picked up about half-way between the Chink's house and his own place, Mr. Ayscough don't you forget that!" muttered Melky.
He was about to whisper his convictions on this point to Melky, when a door was opened and Zillah was escorted in by Ayscough, and led to the witness-box. Zillah had already assumed the garments of mourning for her grandfather. She was obviously distressed at being called to give evidence, and the Coroner made her task as brief as possible. It was at that stage little that he wanted to know.
But Ayscough gave little, if any, attention to the book: his eyes were fixed on the rings in the tray and he glanced from them to Lauriston's rings. "Um!" he said presently. "Odd that you have a couple of rings, young man, just like those! Isn't it?" "What do you mean?" demanded Lauriston, flushing scarlet. "You don't suggest " "Don't suggest anything just now," answered the detective, quietly.
Prince George, who has a most amiable countenance, behaved excessively well on his father's death. When they told him of it, he turned pale, and laid his hand on his breast. Ayscough said, "I am afraid, Sir, you are not well!" he replied, "I feel something here, just as I did when I saw the two workmen fall from the scaffold at Kew."
And suddenly, and silently, the door was opened first, an inch or two, then a little wider, and as Ayscough slipped a stoutly booted foot inside the crack a yellow face, lighted by a pair of narrow-slitted dark eyes, looked out and immediately vanished. "In with you!" said the Inspector. "Careful, now!" Ayscough pushed the door open and walked in, the rest crowding on his heels.
He took the letters, saw that the writing on the registered envelope was his old friend John Purdie's, and that the other letter was from the magazine to which he had sold his stories, and turned to Ayscough. "Come up to my room," he continued. "We'll talk up there."
Go there today this mid-day a little before one when there are always plenty of customers. Go with plenty of your plain-clothes men, like Mr. Ayscough there. Drop in, don't you see, as if you were customers let there be plenty of you, I repeat. There are two Pilmanseys men middle-aged, sly, smooth, crafty men.
At half past four the dancing-master, Mr. Deneyer, taught him the minuet. At five o'clock he had another half hour with Mr. Fung. From half past six to eight Mr. Scott put him through his curriculum. At eight o'clock he had supper, but must be in bed at ten. On Sunday from half past nine till eleven Reverend Doctor Ayscough lectured him on religion.
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