What's that argue, sir, but that whoever
gave him that poison is something of an expert? Deep game, Mr. Purdie, a
very deep game indeed!--and now I don't think there's much need to be
anxious about that young friend of yours. I'm certain, anyway, that the
man who poisoned Parslett is the man who killed poor old Daniel Multenius.
But--we shall see."
Purdie parted from Ayscough outside the hospital and walked along to Mrs.
Flitwick's house in Star Street. He met Melky Rubinstein emerging from the
door; Melky immediately pulled out a telegram which he thrust into
Purdie's hand.
"Just come, mister!" exclaimed Melky. "There's a word for you in it--I was
going to your hotel. Read what he says."
Purdie unfolded the pink paper and read.
"On the track all right understand Purdie is in town if he comes to Star
Street explain all to him will wire again later in day."
"Good!" said Purdie. He handed back the telegram and looked meditatively
at Melky. "Are you busy this morning?" he asked.
"Doing no business whatever, mister," lisped Melky, solemnly. "Not until
this business is settled--not me!"
"Come to the hotel with me," continued Purdie.
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