Lauriston! We ain't never had one moment's suspicion of him from the
first, knowing the young fellow as we do. So we're with you in that
matter, ain't we, Zillah?"
"Mr. Purdie feels sure of that," agreed Zillah, with a glance at
Lauriston's old schoolmate. "There's no need to answer him, Melky."
"I am sure!" said Purdie. "So--let's put our wits together--we'll consider
the question of approaching the police when we've talked amongst
ourselves. Now--I want to ask you some very private questions. They spring
out of that rare book there. There's no doubt that book belongs to Mr.
Levendale. Do either of you know if Mr. Levendale had any business
relations with the late Mr. Rubinstein?"
Zillah shook her head.
"None!--that I know of," she answered. "I've helped my grandfather in this
business for some time. I never heard him mention Mr. Levendale. Mr.
Levendale never came here, certainly."
Melky shook his head, too.
"When Mr. Ayscough, and Mr. Lauriston, and me went round to Sussex Square,
to see Mr. Levendale about that advertisement for his book," he remarked,
"he said he'd never heard of Daniel Multenius.
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