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. Rubinstein, who lodges where I
do. He knows me."
"Oh, Melky Rubinstein!" said Ayscough. "I know Melky--sharp chap he is.
He sold me this pin I'm wearing. Well, that seems quite a straightforward
tale, Mr. Lauriston. I've no doubt all will be satisfactory. You've
friends in London, of course?"
"No--none," replied Lauriston. "And scarcely an acquaintance. I've kept to
myself--working hard: I've had no time--nor inclination, either--to make
friends. Here's the house where I lodge--it's not much of a place, but
come in."
They had reached Mrs. Flitwick's house by that time, and Mrs. Flitwick
herself was in the narrow, shabby passage as they entered. She immediately
produced two letters.
"Here's two letters for you, Mr. Lauriston," she said, with a sharp glance
at Ayscough. "One of 'em's a registered--I did sign for it. So I kept 'em
myself, instead of sending 'em up to your room."
"Thank you, Mrs.
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