But when he found the owners of the diamond and the bank-
notes present he decided to play for higher stakes. He got what he asked
for--and, if it had not been for that little Jew, he said malevolently, he
would have got out of England that eventful afternoon. But--it was not so
written--and the game was up. Only--what he had said was true. Now let
them do what they could for him--but let them search for Chen Li's
murderer.
* * * * *
The folk who had been chiefly concerned about the orange-yellow diamond
and the eighty thousand pounds' worth of Bank of England notes were not so
much troubled about proving the truth of Yada's strange story as Yada
himself was--the main point to them was that they had recovered their
property. Naturally they felt remarkably grateful to Melky Rubinstein for
his astuteness in circumventing Yada at what might have been the last
moment. And one day, at that portion of it when business was slack and
everybody was feeling comfortable after dinner, Melky called on Mrs.
Goldmark and became confidentially closeted with her in a little parlour
behind her establishment which she kept sacred to herself.
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