"I noticed the fine binding. Although
Mr. Levendale didn't see me--there were a lot of people about--I was close
to him. I am sure it was the book described here."
"And--he went in the direction of the pawnshop?" said Purdie. "What on
earth does it all mean? What did he mean by advertising for the book,
when--"
Before he could say more, a knock came at the door, and the butler
entered, bearing an open telegram in his hand. His face wore an expression
of relief.
"Here's a wire from Mr. Levendale, Miss Bennett," he said. "It's addressed
to me. He says, 'Shall be away from home, on business, for a few days. Let
all go on as usual.' That's better, miss! But," continued Grayson, glancing
at Purdie, "it's still odd--for do you see, sir, where that wire has been
sent from? Spring Street--close by!"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CONFERENCE
Purdie was already sufficiently acquainted with the geography of the
Paddington district to be aware of the significance of Grayson's remark.
The Spring Street Post Office, at which Levendale's wire had been handed
in, was only a few minutes' walk from the house. It stood, in fact, between
Purdie's hotel and Sussex Square, and he had passed it on his way to
Levendale's.
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