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He bade the man in charge keep his eyes open and leave nothing unexamined, and tapping Melky's arm, led him outside. "Look here!" he said, drawing out his watch, as they crossed the hall, "it's scarcely ten o'clock, and I've got the address of that young Jap. Come on we'll go and ask him a question or two."
He threw the book back on the desk, and coming to the hearthrug, took up a position with his back to the fire and his hands in the pockets of his trousers. He nodded politely as his visitors raised their glasses to him. "Is anything the matter, Mr. Detective-Sergeant?" he asked. Ayscough contrived to press his foot against Melky's as he gave a direct answer to this question.
The detective's report, a little questioning of Lauriston, and Melky's fervent protestations on Lauriston's behalf, served to satisfy the authorities at the police-station, and Lauriston was allowed to go admonished by the inspector that he'd be wanted at the inquest, as the most important witness. He went out into the street with Melky. "Come and have a bit o' supper at Mrs.
If the owner's as keen as all that," he added, turning back to Lauriston, "he'll have put that advertisement in all the morning papers, and I'd like to make sure. What's known about that book at the shop?" he asked, glancing at Melky. "Does your cousin know anything?" Melky's face assumed its most solemn expression. "Mister!" he said earnestly.
The house itself filled up one end of the garden; the other three sides were obscured from the adjacent houses and from the street by high walls, high trees, thick bushes. The front gate was locked or latched no one had entered no one, save the owner of the knife that had dealt that blow, had known a murdered man lay there behind the laurels. Only the rat, started by Melky's footsteps, had known.
"Let me give you a bit of advice never accept a first offer. Stand out for a bit more especially from anybody like my cousin Melky." "Is Melky a keen one, then?" enquired Lauriston. "Melky's a young Jew," said Zillah, calmly. "I'm not I'm half-and-half a mixture. My mother was Jew my father wasn't.
Mirandolet laughed and clapping Melky's shoulder again, looked at Ayscough. "What's our young friend after?" he asked, good-humouredly. "What's his game?" "Hanged if I know, doctor!" said Ayscough, shaking his head. "He's got some notion in his head. Are you satisfied, Mr. Rubinstein?" Melky was making for the door. "Ain't I just said so?" he answered. "You come along of me, Mr.
Ayscough had manifested a certain restiveness and dislike to the proceedings ever since his companion had induced him to enter the back door of Molteno Lodge these doings appeared to him informal and irregular. But at Melky's sudden exclamation his professional instincts were aroused, and he started forward, staring through the opening in the bushes made by Melky's fingers. "Good Lord!" he said.
It was Melky's firm belief already that the stud had been dropped in Daniel Multenius's back parlour by some person who had no business there in other words by the old man's assailant. And ever since he had found the stud, Melky had been wondering and speculating on his chances of finding its owner. Of one thing he was already certain: that the owner, whoever he was, was no ordinary person.
John Purdie, who had already recognized his host as a character, as interesting as he was amusing, listened attentively while Melky told the story of Lauriston's doings and adventure from the moment of his setting out to pawn his watch at Multenius's pledge-office to that in which, on Melky's suggestion, he had made a secret and hurried departure for Peebles.
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