Goldmark had spoken of.
"Necessity!" he said. "Had to! Ah!--I've been through some queer times--
and in queer places. Look here--what do you know?"
"Know!" cried Purdie. "You want me to tell you all I know--in a sentence?
Man!--it would take a month! What do you know? That's more like it!"
Levendale passed a hand across his forehead--there was a weariness in his
gesture which showed his visitor that he was dead beat.
"Aye, just so!" he said. "But--tell me! has John Purvis come looking for
his brother?"
"He has!" answered Purdie. "He's in London just now."
"Has he told about that diamond?--told the police?" demanded Levendale.
"He has!" repeated Purdie. "That's all known. Stephen Purvis--where is
he?"
"Upstairs--asleep--dead tired out," said Levendale. "We both are! Night
and day--day and night--I could fall on this floor and sleep--"
"You've been after that diamond?" suggested Purdie.
"That--and something else," said Levendale.
"Something else?" asked Purdie. "What then?"
"Eighty thousand pounds," answered Levendale. "Just that!"
Purdie stood staring at him. Then he suddenly put a question.
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