"Any of you gentlemen got any fresh news?" demanded the inspector, as he
ran his eye over the expectant faces "No?--well, I suppose you're all
wanting to know if we have?" He glanced at Ayscough, who was pointing out
certain paragraphs in one of the morning newspapers to the Scotland Yard
man. "The fact is," he continued, "there have been queer developments
since last night--and I don't exactly know where we are! My own opinion is
that we'd better wait a few hours before saying anything more definite--to
my mind, these newspapers are getting hold of too much news--giving
information to the enemy, as it were. I think you'd all better leave
things to us, gentlemen--for a while." There was rather more than a polite
intimation in this that the presence of so many visitors was not wanted--
but John Purvis at once assumed a determined attitude.
"I want to know exactly what's being done, and what's going to be done,
about my brother!" he said. "I'm entitled to that! That's the job I came
about--myself--as for the rest--"
"Your brother's here!" said Purdie, who was standing by the window and
keeping an eye on the street outside.
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