Stuyvesant Guyler, of
New York, can tell you. It's important--it bears right on this affair. If
you just listen to what he can tell--"
The two detectives listened to Guyler's story about the platinum studs
with eager, if silent interest: in the end they glanced at each other and
then at the local official, who seemed to be going through a process of
being convinced against his will.
"Just what I said a few minutes ago," muttered the New Scotland Yard man.
"A highly complicated affair! Not going to be got at in five minutes."
"Nor in ten!" said Ayscough laconically. He glanced at Guyler. "You could
identify this man Purvis if you saw him?" he asked.
"Why, certainly!" answered the American. "I guess if he's the man who was
seen in that eating-house the other day he's not altered any--or not
much."
The man at the desk turned to Purdie, glancing at Lauriston.
"About those rings?" he asked. "What's Mr. Lauriston got to say?"
"Let me tell," said Purdie, as Lauriston was about to speak. "Mr.
Lauriston," he went on, "has been to Peebles, where his father and mother
lived. He has seen an old friend of theirs, Mrs.
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