Penniket. I've been through everything--safes, drawers, chests, since
my grandfather died, and I've not found anything that I didn't know of. I
remember that he went out last Monday morning--he was away two hours, and
came in again about a quarter past one, but I never saw such a packet in
his possession as that you describe. I know nothing of it."
"Well," said the solicitor, after a pause, "there are the facts. And the
question now is--ought we not to tell all this to the police, at once?
This connection of Levendale with my late client--as undoubted as it seems
to have been secret--needs investigation. According to Mr. Purdie here--
Levendale has suddenly disappeared--or, at any rate, left home under
mysterious circumstances. Has that disappearance anything to do with
Multenius's death? Has it anything to do with the death of this next door
man, Parslett, last night? And has Levendale any connections with the
strange man who dropped one platinum solitaire stud in Mrs. Goldmark's
restaurant, and another in this parlour?"
No one attempted to answer these questions for a moment; then, Melky, as
if seized with a sudden inspiration, smote the table and leaned over it
towards the solicitor.
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