Out of the registered letter came a bank-note--for twenty pounds--and a hastily scribbled note which Lauriston eagerly read. "Dear old Andie," it ran, "I've only just got your letter, for I've been from home for a fortnight, and had no letters sent on to me. Of course you'll make me your banker until your book's finished--and afterwards, too, if need be. Here's something to be going on with--but I'm coming to London in a day or two, as it happens, and will go into the matter--I'll call on you as soon as I arrive. Excuse this scrawl--post time. Always yours, John Purdie." Lauriston thrust that letter, too, into Ayscough's hands. "If I've no friends in London, there's proof of having one in my own country!" he exclaimed. "Ah!--if those letters had only come before I went off to Praed Street!" "Just so!" agreed the detective, glancing the letters and their accompaniments over. "Well, I'm glad you're able to show me these, Mr. Lauriston, anyway. But now, about those rings--between you and me, I wish they hadn't been so much like those that were lying in that tray on the old man's table. It's an unfortunate coincidence!--because some folks might think, you know, that you'd just grabbed a couple of those as you left the place. Eh?" "My rings have been in that trunk for two or three years," asserted Lauriston. "They were my mother's, and I believe she'd had them for many a year before she died. They may resemble those that we saw in that tray, but--" "Well, I suppose you can bring somebody--if necessary, that is--to prove that they were your mother's, can't you?" asked Ayscough. "That'll make matters all right--on that point. And as for the rest--it's very lucky you know Melky Rubinstein, and that the girl knew you as a customer. But, my faith!--I wish you'd caught a glimpse of somebody leaving that shop! For there's no doubt the old man met his death by violence." "I know nothing of it," said Lauriston, "I saw no one." Just then Melky came in. He glanced at the cheque and the bank-notes lying on the table, and nodded to Lauriston as if he understood their presence. Then he turned to Ayscough, almost anxiously. "I say, Mr. Ayscough!" he said, deprecatingly. "You ain't going to be so unkind as to mix up this here young fellow in what's happened. S'elp me, Mr. Ayscough, I couldn't believe anything o' that sort about him, nohow--nor would my cousin, Zillah, what you know well enough, neither; he's as quiet as a lamb, Mr. Ayscough, is Mr. Lauriston--ain't I known him, lodging here as he does, this many a month? I'll give my word for him, anyway, Mr. Ayscough! And you police gentlemen know me. Don't you now, Mr. Ayscough?"