"Why!" said Ayscough. "At present, there's little more to be done than what is being done! There's no end of publicity in the newspapers about both Levendale and Purvis. Every newspaper reporter in London's on the stretch for a thread of news of 'em! And we're getting posters and bills out, all over, advertising for them--those bills'll be outside every police-station in London--and over a good part of England--by tomorrow noon. And, of course, we're all at work. But you see, we haven't so far, the slightest clue as to the thieves! For there's no doubt, now, that it was theft first, and the rest afterwards." Mr. Penniket rose and gathered his papers together. "I suppose," he remarked, "that neither of you ever heard of this diamond, nor of Mr. Multenius having charge of it? No--just so. An atmosphere of secrecy all over the transaction. Well--all I can say, Ayscough, is this--you find Levendale. He's the man who knows." When the solicitor had gone, Ayscough turned to Zillah. "You never saw anything of any small box, packet, or anything of that sort, lying about after your grandfather's death?" he asked. "I'm thinking of what that diamond had been enclosed in, when he brought it from the bank. My notion is that he was examining that diamond when he was attacked, and in that case the box he'd taken it from would be lying about, or thrown aside." "You were in here yourself, before me," said Zillah. "Quite so--but I never noticed anything," remarked Ayscough. "Neither have I," replied Zillah. "And don't you think that whoever seized that diamond would have the sense to snatch up anything connected with it! I believe in what Mr. Penniket said just now--you find Levendale. If there's a man living who knows who killed my grandfather, Levendale's that man. You get him." Mrs. Goldmark came in just then, to resume her task of keeping Zillah company, and the detective left. Melky snatched up his overcoat and followed him out, and in the side-passage laid a hand on his arm. "Look here, Mr. Ayscough!" he whispered confidentially. "I want you! There's something turned up in there, just now, that I ain't said a word about to either Penniket or my cousin--but I will to you. Do you know what, Mr. Ayscough--listen here;"--and he went on to tell the detective the story of the furnished house in Maida Vale, its Chinese occupants, and their cheque. "Dated that very day the old man was scragged!" exclaimed Melky. "Now, Mr. Ayscough, supposing that one o' those Chinks called here with that cheque that afternoon when Zillah was out, and found the old man alone, and that diamond in his hand--eh?" Ayscough started and gave a low, sharp whistle. "Whew!" he said. "By George, that's an idea! Where's this house, do you say? Molteno Lodge, Maida Vale? I know it--small detached house in a garden. I say!--let's go and take a look round there!"