"You took a good look at him, I
suppose!"
"And a good one," answered Mrs. Goldmark. "He was one of our people--I saw
his nose and his eyes. And I was astonished to see so poor-looking a man
have a latch-key to so grand a mansion as that!--he was dressed in poor
clothes, and looked dirty and mean."
"A bearded dark man?" suggested Purdie.
"Not at all," said Mrs. Goldmark. "A clean-shaved man--though dark he
might be."
Purdie looked at Melky and shook his head.
"That's not Levendale!" he said, "Clean-shaven! Levendale's bearded and
mustached--and I should say a bit vain of his beard. Um! you're dead
certain, Mrs. Goldmark, about the other man?"
"As that I tell you this," insisted Mrs. Goldmark. "I see him as plain as
what I see him when he calls at my establishment and leaves his jewellery
on my table. Oh, yes--I don't make no mistake, Mr. Purdie."
Purdie looked again at Melky--this time with an enquiry in his glance.
"Don't ask me, Mr. Purdie!" said Melky. "I don't know what to say. Sounds
like as if these two went into Levendale's house. But what man would have
a latch-key to that but Levendale himself? More mystery!--ain't I full of
it already? Now if Mr.
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