Lauriston,
come to me at my hotel--he's my guest there, and I'll produce him. Now
we're going to find Mr. Killick."
He and Lauriston and Guyler walked out together; on the steps of the
police-station Ayscough called him back.
"I say!" he said, confidentially. "Leave that Mr. Killick business alone
for an hour or two. I can tell you of something much more interesting than
that, and possibly of more importance. Go round to the Coroner's Court--
Mr. Lauriston knows where it is."
"What's on?" asked Lauriston.
"Inquest on that man Parslett," replied Ayscough with a meaning nod.
"You'll hear some queer evidence if I'm not mistaken. I'm going there
myself, presently."
He turned in again, and the three young men looked at each other.
"Say!" remarked Guyler, "I reckon that's good advice. Let's go to this
court."
Lauriston led them to the scene of his own recent examination by Mr.
Parminter. But on this occasion the court was crowded; it was with great
difficulty that they contrived to squeeze themselves into a corner of it.
In another corner, but far away from their own, Lauriston saw Melky
Rubinstein; Melky, wedged in, and finding it impossible to move, made a
grimace at Lauriston and jerked his thumb in the direction of the door, as
a signal that he would meet him there when the proceedings were over.
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