Plain!"
"Well--and what was he doing?" asked Purdie, desirous of getting at facts.
"Did he come out of a house, or go into one, or--what?"
"I tell you," replied Mrs. Goldmark, "everything I tell you--all in good
time. It is like this. A taxicab comes up--approaching me. It stops--by
the pavement. Two men--they get out. Him first. Then another. They pay the
driver--then they walk on a little--just a few steps. They go into a
house. The other man--he lets them into that house. With a latch-key. The
door opens--shuts. They are inside. Then I go to Zillah and tell her what
I see. So!"
The three young men exchanged glances, and Purdie turned to the informant.
"Mrs. Goldmark," he said, "did you know the man who opened the door?"
"Not from another!" replied Mrs. Goldmark. "A stranger to me!"
"Do you know Mr. Levendale--by sight?" asked Purdie.
"Often, since all this begins, I ask myself that question," said Mrs.
Goldmark, "him being, so to speak, a neighbour. No, that I do not, not
being able to say he was ever pointed out to me."
"Well, you can describe the man who pulled out his latch-key and opened
the door, anyhow," remarked Purdie.
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