"That's it!" she exclaimed. "That's what puzzled me at first. Now I'm not
puzzled any more. Melky knows what I mean."
"What she means, mister," assented Melky, tapping Purdie's arm, "is
precisely what struck me at once. It's just as Mr. Lauriston here says--
them private marks were on the rings when Mr. Killick bought them. Them
two rings, and some of the rings in the tray what's been mentioned all
come from the same maker! There ain't nothing wonderful in all that to me
and my cousin Zillah there!--we've been brought up in the trade, d'ye see?
But the police!--they're that suspicious that--well, the thing to do,
gentlemen, is to find this here Mr. Killick."
"Just so," agreed Purdie. "Where is he to be found, Andie?"
But Lauriston shook his head, disappointedly.
"That's just what I don't know!" he answered. "It's five and twenty years
since he gave my mother those rings, and according to Mrs. Taggart, he was
then a middle-aged man, so he's now getting on in years. But--if he's
alive, I can find him."
"We've got to find him," said Purdie, firmly. "In my opinion, he can give
some evidence that'll be of more importance than the mere identifying of
those rings--never mind what it is I'm thinking of, now.
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