Of course, I concluded that he was the
same Spencer Levendale I'd known out there in South Africa, five years
ago. And to tell you the truth, I've been watching your papers, morning
and evening, since, to see if there was any more news of him. But so far I
haven't seen any."
Purdie and Melky exchanged glances, and in response to an obvious hint
from Melky, Purdie spoke.
"We can give you some news, then," he said. "It'll be common property
tomorrow morning. Levendale has mysteriously disappeared from his house,
and from his usual haunts!--and nobody knows where he is. And it's
considered that this disappearance has something to do with the Praed
Street affair."
"Sure!" assented Guyler. "That's just about a dead certainty. And in the
Praed Street affair, these platinum stud things are going to play a good
part, and when you and your police have got to the bottom of it, you'll
sure find that something else has a big part, too!"
"What?" asked Purdie.
"Why, diamonds!" answered the American, with a quiet smile. "Just
diamonds! Diamonds'll be at the bottom of the bag--sure!"
There was a moment of surprised silence, and then Melky turned eagerly to
the American.
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