"Levendale's there, in his own house, right enough! And he's shaved off
his beard and mustache, and he's wearing tramp's clothes and he and
Stephen Purvis have been looking night and day, for that confounded
diamond, and for eighty thousand pounds! And--what's more, Levendale does
not know who killed Daniel Multenius or that he was murdered! But, by
George, sirs!" he added, as high above their heads the clock of St.
James's Church struck one, "he knows something big!--and we've got to wait
nine hours to hear it!"
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
SECRET WORK
The inner room of the police-station, at ten o'clock that morning, was
full of men. Purdie, coming there with Lauriston at five minutes before
the hour, found Melky Rubinstein hanging about the outer door, and had
only just time to warn his companion to keep silence as to their midnight
discovery before Guyler and John Purvis drove up in one cab and Mr.
Killick in another. Inside, Ayscough, refreshed by his breakfast and an
hour's rest, was talking to the inspector and the man from New Scotland
Yard--all these looked enquiringly at the group which presently crowded in
on them.
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