"
"Good!" said Purdie. "Now, here's another matter. You've mentioned Mr.
Spencer Levendale and this book which was so strangely left at the pledge-
office. I happen to know Mr. Levendale--pretty well."
"You do, mister!" exclaimed Melky. "Small world, ain't it, now?"
"I met Mr. Spencer Levendale last September--two months ago," continued
Purdie. "He was staying at an hotel in the Highlands, with his children
and their governess: I was at the same hotel, for a month--he and I used
to go fishing together. We got pretty friendly, and he asked me to call on
him next time I was in town. Here I am--and when we've been to the police,
I'm going to Sussex Square--to tell him I'm a friend of Lauriston's, that
Lauriston is in some danger over this business, and to ask him if he can
tell me more about--that book!"
Melky jumped up and wrung his visitor's hand.
"Mister!--you're one o' the right sort," he said fervently. "That there
book has something to do with it! My idea is that the man what carried
that book into the shop is the man what scragged my poor old relative
--fact, mister! Levendale, he wouldn't tell us anything much this
morning--maybe he'll tell you more.
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