Killick has described."
"You can take it from me--considering all that I've been told this
afternoon--" said the old solicitor, "that Spencer Levendale is Sam Levin
--come back from South Africa, a millionaire. I'm convinced of it! And now
then, gentlemen, what does all this mean? There's no doubt that old
Multenius and Levendale were secretly mixed up. What in? What's the
extraordinary mystery about that book--left in Multenius's back parlour
and advertised for immediately by Levendale as if it were simply
invaluable? Why has Levendale utterly disappeared? And who is this man
Purvis--and what's he to do with it? You've got the hardest nuts to crack
--a whole basketful of 'em!--that ever I heard of. And I've had some
little experience of crime!"
"I've had some information on Levendale and Purvis this very afternoon,"
said Ayscough. He turned to the other officials. "I hadn't a chance of
telling you of it before," he continued. "I was at Levendale's house at
three o'clock, making some further enquiries. I got two pieces of news. To
start with--that bottle out of which Levendale filled a small phial, which
he put in his waistcoat pocket when he went out for the last time--you
remember, Mr.
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