"Quick! quick!" exclaimed Melky. "He's gone
down there--City trains. He'll be off unless you're on to him!"
But Ayscough remained quiescent and calmly relighted his cigar.
"All right, my lad," he said. "Let him go--just now. I've seen--what I
expected to see!"
CHAPTER THIRTY
THE MORTUARY
Melky, who had grown breathless in his efforts to carry out his
companion's wishes, turned and looked at him with no attempt to conceal
his wonder.
"Well, s'elp me if you ain't a cool 'un, Mr. Ayscough!" he exclaimed.
"Here you troubles to track a chap to this here Underground Railway, seen
him pop into it like a rabbit into a hole--and let's him go! What did we
follow him up Gower Street for? Just to see him set off for a ride?"
"All right, my lad!" repeated Ayscough. "You don't quite understand our
little ways. Wait here a minute."
He drew one of his cards from his pocket and carrying it into the booking
office exchanged a few words with the clerk at the window. Presently he
rejoined Melky. "He took a ticket for Whitechapel," remarked Ayscough as
he strolled quietly up. "Ah! now what does a young Japanese medical
student want going down that way at eleven o'clock at night? Something
special, no doubt, Mr.
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