"
"Just so," said Mr. Penniket. "Therefore, possibly this South African
business, in which my late client was undoubtedly engaged, is connected
with Mr. Levendale. That can be found out. But I have still more to tell
you--perhaps, considering everything, the most important matter of the
whole lot. On Monday morning last--that would be a few hours before his
death--Mr. Multenius called at the bank and took from it a small packet
which he had entrusted to his banker's keeping only a fortnight
previously. The bankers do not know what was in that packet--he had more
than once got them to take care of similar packets at one time or another.
But they described it to me just now. A packet, evidently enclosing a
small, hard box, some four or five inches square in all directions,
wrapped in strong cartridge paper, and heavily sealed with red wax. It
bore Mr. Multenius's name and address--written by himself. Now, then, Miss
Wildrose--he took that packet away from the bank at about twelve-thirty on
Monday noon. Have you seen anything of it?"
"Nothing!" answered Zillah with certainty. "There's no such packet here,
Mr.
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