. . . . _enius_,
. . ._nd jeweller_,
. . _ed Street_.
"That's one of the late Mr. Multenius's boxes," affirmed Melky at once.
"Daniel Multenius, Pawnbroker and Jeweller, Praed Street--that's the full
wording. Found in a fireplace, d'ye say, mister? Ah--and what had he taken
out of it before he threw the box away, now, Mr. Ayscough--whoever it was
that did throw it away?"
"That blessed orange and yellow diamond, I should think!" said Ayscough.
"Of course! Well, anything else?"
The man in charge carefully wrapped up and put away the jeweller's box;
then, with a significant glance at his fellow-detective, he slipped a
couple of fingers into his waistcoat pocket and drew out what looked like
a bit of crumpled paper.
"Aye!" he answered. "This! Found it--just there! Lying on the floor, at
the end of this table."
He opened out the bit of crumpled paper as he spoke and held it towards
the other two. Ayscough stared, almost incredulously, and Melky let out a
sharp exclamation.
"S'elp us!" he said. "A five-hundred-pound bank-note!"
"That's about it," remarked the exhibitor. "Bank of England note for five
hundred of the best! And--a good 'un, too.
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