"
"Did you see which way he went--then?" enquired Ayscough.
"I did. Straight along Oxford Street--Tottenham Court Road way," said the
driver, "carrying his suitcase--which it was, as I say, on'y a little 'un
--and walking very fast. Last I see of him was that, guv'nor."
Ayscough went away and got back to more pretentious regions. He was dead
tired and weary with his night's work, and glad to drop in at an early-
opened coffee-shop and get some breakfast. While he ate and drank a boy
came in with the first editions of the newspapers. Ayscough picked one up
--and immediately saw staring headlines:--
THE PADDINGTON MYSTERIES.
NEW AND STARTLING FEATURES.
DIAMOND WORTH L80,000 BEING LOOKED FOR
MURDER IN MAIDA VALE
Ayscough laid down the paper and smiled. Levendale--if not dead--could
scarcely fail to see that!
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
ONE O'CLOCK MIDNIGHT
Five minutes after Ayscough had gone away with Dr. Mirandolet the hotel
servant who had summoned him from Purdie's sitting-room knocked at the
door for the second time and put a somewhat mystified face inside.
"Beg pardon, sir," he said, glancing at Purdie, who was questioning Melky
Rubinstein as to the events of the evening in their relation to the house
in Maida Vale.
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