You
went to Mr. 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! Mister!--be off to this here Peebles at once
--immediate!--and find somebody, some old friend, as can swear that he or
she--never mind which--knows them rings to be your property beyond a
shadow of doubt! Bring that friend back--bring him if he has to come in an
invalid carriage!"
Lauriston was so much struck by Melky's argument and advice that it needed
no more explanations to convince him of its wisdom.
"But--how could I get away'" he asked. "There'll be that detective chap
hanging about outside--I know I've been shadowed ever since last evening!
They'll never let me get away from London, however much I wish. The
probability is that if they saw me going to a railway station they'd
arrest me."
"My own opinion, mister, after what's taken place this morning, is that if
you stop here, you'll be arrested before night," remarked Melky coolly.
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