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"As far as I can put things together," answered Purdie, "I fully agree that there is some extraordinary mystery round and about Mr. Multenius's death. And as the detective force at New Scotland Yard exists for the solution of such problems why, I should certainly tell the authorities there everything that is known. Why not?" "Very good," said Mr. Penniket.
At the side is a narrow passage or entry: from that you get access to the pledge-office. Now then, Multenius's premises run down one side of this passage: Parslett's run down the other. Parslett's house has a side-door into it, exactly opposite the door into Multenius's pledge office. Is that clear, Mr. Purdie?" "Quite!" answered Purdie. "I understand it exactly."
The story of the circumstances of Daniel Multenius's death, as unfolded in the witness-box into which one person went after another, appeared to be the fairly plain one looked at from one point of view: there was a certain fascination in its unfolding.
"Man from the office, sir, outside in a taxi!" he exclaimed breathlessly. "You're on the wrong track you're to get to Multenius's shop in Praed Street at once. The real man's there!" When Melky Rubinstein slipped quietly out of the police-station, he crossed the street, and taking up a position just within a narrow alley on the other side, set himself to watch the door which he had just quitted.
Multenius's name and address written by himself. Now, then, Miss Wildrose he took that packet away from the bank at about twelve-thirty on Monday noon. Have you seen anything of it?" "Nothing!" answered Zillah with certainty. "There's no such packet here, Mr. Penniket. I've been through everything safes, drawers, chests, since my grandfather died, and I've not found anything that I didn't know of.
All that Hollinshaw had said was quite true. It was quite true that he had gone to Multenius's pawnshop about five- thirty of the previous afternoon, on his own business. He had looked in through both doors and window before entering the side-door: he wanted to know who was in the shop whether it was Mr. Multenius, or his grand- daughter.
"Now, to begin with," he said, "why do you think this affair is connected with the affair of the old pawn-broker? There must be some link." "There is a link, sir," answered Ayscough. "The man was old Daniel Multenius's next door neighbour: name of Parslett James Parslett, fruit and vegetable dealer. Smallish way of business, but well known enough in that quarter.
I've been expecting a cheque for some work for these last ten or twelve days, but I was running short last week so I went to that place to pawn my watch I saw the young lady there. As my cheque hadn't arrived today, I went there again to pawn those rings I told you about and showed you. And that's all. Except this I was advised to go to Multenius's by a relation of theirs, Mr.
Melky Rubinstein came out of the side-passage by Multenius's shop as Lauriston neared it; he, too, had a newspaper bulging from his coat pocket, and at sight of Lauriston he pulled it out and waved it excitedly. "What'd I tell you, mister?" exclaimed Melky, as Lauriston joined him, the shadowing plain-clothes man in his rear. "D'ye see this?"
And you'll notice," he added, turning to the other official, "that this Mr. Levendale only lost this book about four o'clock yesterday afternoon: therefore, it must have been taken to Multenius's shop between then and when we saw it there." "The old man may have found it in the 'bus," suggested a third police officer who had come up. "Looks as if he had." "No, mister," said Melky firmly. "Mr.
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