Guyler
rushed after him--he'd disappeared. Guyler waited, watching that alley, he
says, like a cat watches a mouse-hole--and all in vain. He watched for an
hour--it was no good."
"Pooh!" said Ayscough. "If it was Purvis, he'd walked straight through the
alley and gone out at the other end."
"No!" remarked Lauriston. "At least, not according to Guyler. Guyler says
it was a long, narrow alley--Purvis could have reached one end by the time
he'd reached the other. He says--Guyler--that on each side of that alley
there are suites of offices--he reckoned there were a few hundred separate
offices in the lot, and that it would take him a week to make enquiry at
the doors of each. But he's certain that Purvis disappeared into one block
of them and dead certain that it was Stephen Purvis that he saw. So--
Purvis is alive!"
"Where's the other Purvis--the farmer?" asked Ayscough.
"Stopping with Guyler at the Great Northern," answered Lauriston. "We've
all four been down in the City, looking round, this evening. Guyler and
John Purvis are going down again first thing in the morning. John Purvis,
of course, is immensely relieved to know that Guyler's certain about his
brother.
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