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It's only a mere step along the street." Purdie followed the detective out and along Praed Street. Before they reached the doors of the hospital, a man came up to Ayscough: a solid, substantial-looking person, of cautious manner and watchful eye, whose glance wandered speculatively from the detective to his companion.
Lauriston to go round with me to the station, just to give a formal account of what happened, and a bit of explanation, you know I'm satisfied myself about him, and so, no doubt, will our people be, but you come with us, Melky, and say a word or two say you've known him for some time, d'ye see it'll help." "Anything to oblige a friend, Mr. Ayscough," said Melky.
Evidently sizing Purdie up as some one in Ayscough's confidence, he spoke in the fashion of one who has something as mysterious, as important, to communicate. "Beg your pardon, Mr. Ayscough," he said. "A word with you sir. You know me, Mr. Ayscough?" Ayscough looked sharply at his questioner. "Mr. Goodyer, isn't it?" he asked. "Oh, yes, I remember. What is it?
But Ayscough knew one useful thing he had memorized the letters and numbers of the taxi-cab in which Yada had sped by him and Mirandolet, L.C. 2571 he had kept repeating that over and over. Now he took out his note- book and jotted it down and that done he set off to the police-station, intent first of all on getting in touch with New Scotland Yard by means of the telephone.
Guyler waited, watching that alley, he says, like a cat watches a mouse-hole and all in vain. He watched for an hour it was no good." "Pooh!" said Ayscough. "If it was Purvis, he'd walked straight through the alley and gone out at the other end." "No!" remarked Lauriston. "At least, not according to Guyler.
He glanced at the cheque and the bank-notes lying on the table, and nodded to Lauriston as if he understood their presence. Then he turned to Ayscough, almost anxiously. "I say, Mr. Ayscough!" he said, deprecatingly. "You ain't going to be so unkind as to mix up this here young fellow in what's happened. S'elp me, Mr.
But the detective stopped her, glancing from her to Lauriston. "You know this young man, Miss Wildrose?" he asked. "You've met him before?" "Yes," replied Zillah, confidently. "He's Mr. Lauriston. Let me go in there, please. Can nothing be done?" But Ayscough only shook his head. There was nothing to be done but to await the arrival of the doctor.
Lauriston," she said, with a sharp glance at Ayscough. "One of 'em's a registered I did sign for it. So I kept 'em myself, instead of sending 'em up to your room." "Thank you, Mrs. Flitwick," said Lauriston.
Yada laughed pleasantly, showing his white teeth. He dropped into the chair which Ayscough pushed forward, and slowly drew off his gloves. "I assured myself of something last night after you left me," he said, with a knowing look. "I used your card to advantage, Mr. Detective. I went to the mortuary." Ayscough contrived to signal to the Inspector to leave the talking to him.
But we saw him set off to the East End!" "Bah!" laughed Mirandolet. "He has what you call done you brown, my friend! He came here! And he has got away got a good start with that diamond in his pocket!" "What the devil do you mean by that?" said Ayscough, hotly. "Diamond! Diamond! Where should he find the diamond here? In a deadhouse? What are you talking about?"
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