That's a fact! Mister!--
will you put your trust and confidence in me, and do what I tell you? It's
for your own good."
"I don't know that I could do better," responded Lauriston, after a
moment's thought. "You're a right good fellow, Melky--I'm sure of that!
What do you want me to do?"
Melky pulled out a handsome gold watch and consulted it.
"It's dinner-time," he said. "Come round to Mrs. Goldmark's and get some
grub. I'll tell you what to do while we're eating. I've been thinking
things over while that there Parminter was badgering poor Zillah, and
s'elp me, there only is one thing for you to do, and you'd best to do it
sharp! But come on to Praed Street--don't matter if this here chap behind
does shadow you--I can get the better of him as easy as I could sell this
watch! It 'ud take all the detectives in London to beat me, if I put my
mind to it."
They were at Mrs. Goldmark's eating-house in five minutes: Melky, who knew
all the ins and outs of that establishment, conducted Lauriston into an
inner room, and to a corner wherein there was comparative privacy, and
summoned a waitress. Not until he and his companion were half way through
their meal did he refer to the business which was in his thoughts: then he
leaned close to Lauriston and began to talk.
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