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Now, I'll explain something to you. I'm no hand at drawing," continued the detective, "but I think I can do a bit of a rough sketch on this scrap of paper which will make clear to you the lie of the land. These two lines represent Praed Street. Here, where I make this cross, is Daniel Multenius's pawnshop. The front part of it the jeweller's shop looks out on Praed Street.
"Get a taxi-cab," he whispered, "and we'll all go to see that American man you've told me of Guyler. And when we've seen him, you can take me to see Daniel Multenius's granddaughter." Old Daniel Multenius had been quietly laid to rest that afternoon, and at the very moment in which Mr. Killick and his companions were driving away from the police station to seek Stuyvesant Guyler at his hotel, Mr.
"There's no doubt whatever in my own mind that the man who poisoned Parslett is the man who caused the old pawnbroker's death none! I figure it in this way. Parslett somehow, caught a glimpse of that man leaving Multenius's shop by the side-door, no doubt and knew him knew him very well, mind you!
Multenius's you peeked and peered through the shop window and saw him alone, or, perhaps, saw the place empty. You went in you grabbed a couple o' rings he interrupted you you scragged him! That's their line and Zillah can't swear that those rings which you claim to be yours aren't her grandfather's, and up to now you can't prove that they're yours and were once your mother's!
As for his hearers, they first looked at each other and then at him, and Guyler laughed and went on. "That makes you jump!" he said. "Well, now, at the end of that inquest business in the papers the other day I noticed Spencer Levendale's name mentioned in connection with some old book that was left, or found in Mr. Daniel Multenius's back-parlour.
We were at this affair nearly all yesterday afternoon with that little Jew fellow, Rubinstein, and the young Scotch gentleman, Mr. Purdie, and our conclusion is that there's something of a big sort behind old Multenius's death. There's a regular web of mystery! The old man's death that book, which Levendale did not leave in the 'bus, in spite of all he says, and of his advertisements!
It was only a step round to Praed Street, and within five minutes of leaving Melky he was looking into Daniel Multenius's window. He remembered now that he had often looked into it, without noticing the odd name above it. It was a window in which there were all sorts of curious things, behind a grille of iron bars, from diamonds and pearls to old ivory and odds and ends of bric-a-brac.
Parminter turned and spoke to a police official, who, lifting aside a sheet of brown paper which lay before him, revealed the tray of rings which Lauriston and Ayscough had found on the table in Multenius's parlour. At the same time, Mr. Parminter, lifting his papers, revealed Lauriston's rings. He picked them up, laid them on the palm of his hand, and held them towards the witness.
Multenius was found dead in his back-parlour yesterday afternoon, about five-thirty, by this young man, Mr. Lauriston, who happened to look in there, and I myself was on the spot a few minutes later. Your book for it's certainly the same was lying on the table in the parlour. Now, this other young man, Mr. Rubinstein, is a relation of Mr. Multenius's from enquiries he's made, Mr.
The box was considerably charred and only fragments of the lettering on the lid remained intact but it was not difficult to make out what the full wording had been. . . . . enius, . . .nd jeweller, . . ed Street. "That's one of the late Mr. Multenius's boxes," affirmed Melky at once. "Daniel Multenius, Pawnbroker and Jeweller, Praed Street that's the full wording.
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