"Very well indeed, my boy!" agreed the detective, heartily. "And I'll tell you what--I shall have to trouble Mr. Lauriston to go round with me to the station, just to give a formal account of what happened, and a bit of explanation, you know--I'm satisfied myself about him, and so, no doubt, will our people be, but you come with us, Melky, and say a word or two--say you've known him for some time, d'ye see--it'll help." "Anything to oblige a friend, Mr. Ayscough," said Melky. He motioned to Lauriston to put his money in his pocket. "Glad to see your letters turned up," he whispered as they went downstairs. "I say!--a word in your ear--don't you tell these here police chaps any more than you need--I'll stand up for you." The detective's report, a little questioning of Lauriston, and Melky's fervent protestations on Lauriston's behalf, served to satisfy the authorities at the police-station, and Lauriston was allowed to go--admonished by the inspector that he'd be wanted at the inquest, as the most important witness. He went out into the street with Melky. "Come and have a bit o' supper at Mrs. Goldmark's," suggested Melky. "I shall have my hands full tonight at the poor old man's, but I ain't had nothing since dinner." Lauriston, however, excused himself. He wanted to go home and write letters--at once. But he promised to look round at the pawnshop later in the evening, to see if he could be of any use, and to give Melky a full account of his finding of the old pawnbroker. "Ah!" remarked Melky, as they pushed at the door of the eating-house. "And ain't it going to be a nice job to find the man that scragged him?--I don't think! But I'm going to take a hand at that game, mister!--let alone the police." Mrs. Goldmark was out. She had heard the news, said the waitress who was left in charge, and had gone round to do what she could for Miss Zillah. So Melky, deprived of the immediate opportunity of talk with Mrs. Goldmark, ordered his supper, and while he ate and drank, cogitated and reflected. And his thoughts ran chiefly on the platinum solitaire stud which he had carefully bestowed in his vest pocket.