Three good, saleable items, I think--yes?"
Purdie watched carefully for some sign of greed or avarice in the
informer's wily countenance. To his surprise, he saw none. Instead, Yada
assumed an almost sanctimonious air. He seemed to consider matters--though
his answer was speedy.
"I don't want to profit--unduly--by this affair," he said. "At the same
time, from all I've heard, I'm rendering you and your friend a very
important service, and I think it only fair that I should be remunerated.
Give me something towards the expenses of my medical education, Mr.
Levendale: give me five hundred pounds."
With the briefest exchange of glances with Stephen Purvis, Levendale
pulled out a cheque-book, dashed off a cash cheque, and handed it over to
the Japanese, who slipped it into his waistcoat pocket.
"Now--your information!" said Levendale.
"To be sure," replied Yada. "Very well. Chang Li has the diamond and the
money. And he is at this moment where he has been for some days, in
hiding. He is in a secret room at a place called Pilmansey's Tea Rooms, in
Tottenham Court Road--a place much frequented by medical students from our
college.
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