"The authorities at New Scotland Yard have the Levendale affair in hand,"
said Purdie. "We've been in and out there, with Mr. Multenius's solicitor,
all the afternoon and evening. But, of course, we couldn't tell anything
about this other man because we didn't know anything, till now. You'll
have no objection to going there tomorrow?"
"Not at all!" replied Guyler, cheerfully. "I'm located at this hotel for a
week or two. I struck it when I came here from the North, a few days back,
and it suits me very well, and I guess I'll just stop here while I'm in
London this journey. No, I've no objection to take a hand. But--it seems
to me--there's still a lot of difficulty about this young gentleman here--
Mr. Lauriston. I read all the papers carefully, and sized up his
predicament. Those rings, now?"
Zillah suddenly remembered all that Ayscough had told her that evening.
She had forgotten the real motive of her visit to King's Cross in her
excitement in listening to the American's story. She now turned to Purdie
and the other two.
"I'd forgotten!" she exclaimed. "The danger's still there. Ayscough's been
at the shop tonight.
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