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"Nor in ten!" said Ayscough laconically. He glanced at Guyler. "You could identify this man Purvis if you saw him?" he asked. "Why, certainly!" answered the American. "I guess if he's the man who was seen in that eating-house the other day he's not altered any or not much." The man at the desk turned to Purdie, glancing at Lauriston. "About those rings?" he asked. "What's Mr.
With a polite bow he handed a card in Levendale's direction. "Permit me, sir," he said suavely. "My card. As for the rest, perhaps Mr. Detective here will tell you." "It's this way, you see, Mr. Levendale," remarked Ayscough. "Acting on information received from Dr. Pittery, one of the junior house-surgeons at University College Hospital, who told me that Mr.
"I should ha' thought, now, that if it had been left in a 'bus, the conductor would ha' noticed it, quick." "So should I," said Levendale. "Anything else?" he added, glancing at Ayscough. "Well, no, Mr. Levendale, thank you," replied the detective. "At least not just now. But the fact is, Mr.
I've my own ideas and opinions but we shall see. Maybe we shall see a lot and everybody'll be more astonished than they're thinking for." With this dark and sinister hint, Ayscough went away, and Zillah took the rings back to the shop, and locked them up again. And then she sat down to wait for Mrs. Goldmark and to think.
Then followed whispered consultations between Ayscough and the inspector, and arrangements for the removal of the dead man to the mortuary and the guardianship and thorough search of the house and that done, Ayscough beckoned Melky out into the road. "Glad to be out of that for this time, anyway!" he said, with an air of relief.
Ayscough made a significant motion of his hand towards it. "Good!" he said, "that shows they've found footprints. That may be useful. Let's hear what else they've found." The man in charge of these operations was standing within the dining-room when Ayscough and Melky walked in, and he at once beckoned them into the room and closed the door.
A decanter stood on the table at his elbow; a syphon of mineral water reared itself close by; a tumbler was within reach of Mr. Yada's slender yellowish fingers. "Servant, sir!" said Ayscough. "Detective Sergeant Ayscough of the Criminal Investigation Department friend of mine, this, sir, Mr. Yada, I believe Mr. Mori Yada?" Mr. Yada smiled again, and without rising, indicated two chairs.
He followed until they had passed the front of the hospital a few yards further, and Yada suddenly crossed the road in the direction of the Underground Railway. He darted in at the entrance to the City-bound train, and disappeared, and Melky, uncertain what to do, almost danced with excitement until Ayscough came leisurely towards him. "Quick! quick!" exclaimed Melky.
To state it plainly, our royal sovereign's real instructors were the servants and chambermaids of Leicester House. They told him nursery tales about hobgoblins, giant-killers, and witches. Doctor Ayscough and the bishop gave him lectures on theology. The Jacobite bishop exalted the prerogatives of princes and kings.
The inspector drew Ayscough aside and they talked in whispers for a few minutes, eyeing Lauriston now and then; eventually they approached him. "I understand you're known here, and that you live in the neighbourhood," said the inspector. "You'll not object if the sergeant goes round with you to your lodgings you'll no doubt be able to satisfy him about your respectability, and so on.
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