"My!--if you ain't the cute one, Mr. Rubinstein!" she exclaimed, clapping
her plump hands. "As for me, now, I wouldn't have thought of that in a
hundred years! But it's you that's the quick mind."
Melky laid a finger to the side of his nose.
"Do you know what, Mrs. Goldmark?" he said. "I ain't going to let them
police fellows put a hand on young Lauriston, not me! I've my own ideas
about this here business--wait till I put my hand on somebody, see? Don't
it all come out clear to you?--if I find the right man, then there ain't
no more suspicion attaching to this young chap, ain't it? Oh, I'm no fool,
Mrs. Goldmark; don't you make no mistake!"
"I'm sure!" asserted Mrs. Goldmark. "Yes, indeed--you don't carry your
eyes in your head for nothing, Mr. Rubinstein!"
Zillah, who had listened abstractedly to these compliments suddenly turned
on her cousin.
"What are you going to do then, Melky?" she demanded. "What's all this
business about that book? And what steps are you thinking of taking?"
But Melky rose and, shaking his head, buttoned up his overcoat as if he
were buttoning in a multitude of profound secrets.
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