I should be sorry if this
really is fixed on the young fellow--there's a mystery, but it may be
cleared up. Now, he's gone off to find somebody who can prove that those
rings really were his mother's. You, no doubt, know where he's gone?"
"Yes--but I'm not going to tell," said Zillah firmly. "Don't ask me!"
"Quite right--I don't want to know myself," answered Ayscough. "And you'll
probably have an idea when he's coming back? All right--take a tip from
me. Keep him out of the way a bit--stop him from coming into this
district. Let him know all about those marks--and if he can clear that up,
well and good. You understand?--and of course, all this is between you and
me."
"You're very good, Mr. Ayscough," replied Zillah, warmly. "I won't forget
your kindness. And I'm certain this about the marks can be cleared up--but
I don't know how!"
"Well--do as I say," said the detective. "Just give the tip to your cousin
Melky, and to that young Scotch gentleman--let 'em keep Lauriston out of
the way for a few days. In the meantime--this is a very queer case!--
something may happen that'll fix the guilt on somebody else--conclusively.
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