Get help--he'll have to be taken
to the mortuary. And you'll want men to keep a watch on this house--tell
the inspector all about it and say I'm here. And here--leave me that lamp
of yours."
The policeman took off his bull's eye lantern and handed it over. Ayscough
let him out of the door, and going back to Melky, beckoned him towards the
house.
"Let's see if there's any way of getting in here," he said. "My
conscience, Mr. Rubinstein!--you must have had some instinct about coming
here tonight! We've hit on something--but Lord bless me if I know what it
is!"
"Mr. Ayscough!" said Melky. "I hadn't a notion of aught like that--it's
give me a turn! But don't I know what it means, Mr. Ayscough--not half!
It's all of a piece with the rest of it! Murder, Mr. Ayscough--bloody
murder! All on account of that orange-yellow diamond we've heard of--at
last. Ah!--if I'd known there was that at the bottom of this affair, I'd
ha' been a bit sharper in coming to conclusions, I would so! Diamond worth
eighty thousand pounds--."
Ayscough, who had been busy at the front door of the house, suddenly
interrupted his companion's reflections.
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