"As to who he is--
if he's the fellow I gave a card to, he's a young Japanese medical
student, one Yada, that was a friend of those Chinese--I called on him
tonight, with Rubinstein, to see if we could pick up a bit of information.
Of course, I sent in my professional card to him. But--we saw him set off
to the East End!"
"Bah!" laughed Mirandolet. "He has--what you call done you brown, my
friend! He came--here! And he has got away--got a good start--with that
diamond in his pocket!"
"What the devil do you mean by that?" said Ayscough, hotly. "Diamond!
Diamond! Where should he find the diamond--here? In a deadhouse? What are
you talking about?"
Mirandolet laughed again, and giving the detective a look that was very
like one of pitying contempt, turned to the amazed mortuary keeper.
"Show us that dead man!" he said.
The mortuary keeper, who had allowed his keys to lie on the floor during
this strange scene, picked them up, and selecting one, opened, and threw
back the door by which he was standing. He turned on the light in the
mortuary chamber, and Mirandolet strode in, with Ayscough, sullen and
wondering, at his heels.
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