"Can't say yet--," replied Ayscough, doubtfully. "But--it may be that he--
and Levendale--got an idea who the thieves were, and went off after them,
and have got--well, trapped, or, as John Purvis suggests, murdered. It's
getting a nicer tangle than ever!"
"What's going to be done?" enquired the solicitor.
"Why!" said Ayscough. "At present, there's little more to be done than
what is being done! There's no end of publicity in the newspapers about
both Levendale and Purvis. Every newspaper reporter in London's on the
stretch for a thread of news of 'em! And we're getting posters and bills
out, all over, advertising for them--those bills'll be outside every
police-station in London--and over a good part of England--by tomorrow
noon. And, of course, we're all at work. But you see, we haven't so far,
the slightest clue as to the thieves! For there's no doubt, now, that it
was theft first, and the rest afterwards."
Mr. Penniket rose and gathered his papers together.
"I suppose," he remarked, "that neither of you ever heard of this diamond,
nor of Mr. Multenius having charge of it? No--just so.
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