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So listen to me, all of you I already see two gentlemen here, Mr. Killick, and Mr. Guyler, who in a certain fashion, can corroborate some particulars that I shall give you. Keep us free from interruption, if you please, while I tell you my story."
We hadn't met for some years, and of course he'd a great deal to tell but he'd one thing in particular he'd struck such a piece of luck as he'd never had in his life before! and he hadn't been one of the unlucky ones, either!" "What was this particular piece of luck?" asked Mr. Killick. John Purvis looked round as if to make sure of general attention.
Aleck drew a deep breath like a sigh, and Tom nodded his head sagely: "Stone as big a killick, Master Aleck; that's what did that. Precious big 'un too. Now, then, you be off and get they chaps here while I chews it over a bit about how I'm to manage; but I tell yer this it's going to be dark afore I gets that done. What d'yer say about walking over to the Den to tell the captain what's happened?"
Killick had selected the delightful old-world village of Stanmore as the scene of his retirement, and there, in a picturesque old house, set in the midst of fine trees and carefully trimmed lawns, Purdie and Lauriston found him a hale and hearty old gentleman, still on the right side of seventy, who rose from his easy chair in a well-stocked library to look in astonishment from the two cards which his servant had carried to him at the persons and faces of their presenters.
In fact, your mother was remarkably kind to me she nursed me through an illness with which I was seized when I was in Peebles." Lauriston and Purdie exchanged glances by common consent Purdie became spokesman for the two. "Mr. Killick," he said, "it's precisely about a matter arising out of that illness of yours that we came to see you!
"God bless my soul!" he exclaimed. "Are you two young fellows the sons of old friends of mine at Peebles?" "We are, sir," answered Purdie. "This is Andrew Lauriston, and I am John Purdie. And we're very glad to find that you remember something about our people, Mr. Killick." Mr. Killick again blessed himself, and after warmly shaking hands with his visitors, bade them sit down.
Killick, with a dry chuckle, "Now, as I understand it, from young Mr. Purdie's account, you're all greatly excited at present over the undoubted connection with this Praed Street mystery of one Mr. Spencer Levendale, who is, I believe, a very rich man, a resident in one of the best parts of this district, and a Member of Parliament.
'I am old Killick!" roared back the bold old fellow himself, hearing the question, 'and that should be enough for you! "And he turned his back, and went on laughing and joking with the officer, and bawling out his orders with all the confidence of an experienced pilot." "O Colin! And did he make no mistake? And what did the pilot say?"
First of all, let me see those two rings about which there has been so much enquiry." Ayscough produced the rings from a locked drawer; the rest of those present looked on curiously as they were examined and handled by Mr. Killick.
"First thing next morning," said John Purvis. "We travelled together as far as Exeter. He came on to Paddington I went home to my farm. And I've never heard of him since till I read all this in the papers." Mr. Killick got up and began to button his overcoat. He turned to the police. "Now you know what we wanted to know!" he said. "That diamond is at the bottom of everything!
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