But Melky let three-quarters of an hour elapse before he went to the desk in the outer shop. He sipped a cup of coffee; he smoked several cigarettes; it was quite a long time before he emerged into Praed Street, buttoning his overcoat. And without appearing to see anything, he at once saw the man who had followed Lauriston and himself from the Coroner's Court. Being almost preternaturally observant, he also saw the man start with surprise--but Melky showed, and felt, no surprise, when the watcher came after him. "You know me, Mr. Rubinstein," he said, almost apologetically. "You know, of course, we're keeping an eye on that young Scotch fellow--we've got to! He went in there, to Goldmark's, with you? Is he still there?" "Strikes me you ain't up to your job!" remarked Melky, coolly. "He went out, three-quarters of an hour ago. Gone home, I should say." The man turned away, evidently puzzled, but just as evidently taking Melky's word. He went off in the direction of Star Street, while Melky strolled along to the pawnbroker's shop. It was necessary that he should tell his cousin of what he had done. Mrs. Goldmark was still with Zillah--Melky unfolded his story to the two of them. Zillah heard it with unfeigned relief; Mrs. Goldmark, who, being a young and pretty widow, was inclined to sentiment, regarded Melky with admiration. "My!--if you ain't the cute one, Mr. Rubinstein!" she exclaimed, clapping her plump hands. "As for me, now, I wouldn't have thought of that in a hundred years! But it's you that's the quick mind." Melky laid a finger to the side of his nose. "Do you know what, Mrs. Goldmark?" he said. "I ain't going to let them police fellows put a hand on young Lauriston, not me! I've my own ideas about this here business--wait till I put my hand on somebody, see? Don't it all come out clear to you?--if I find the right man, then there ain't no more suspicion attaching to this young chap, ain't it? Oh, I'm no fool, Mrs. Goldmark; don't you make no mistake!" "I'm sure!" asserted Mrs. Goldmark. "Yes, indeed--you don't carry your eyes in your head for nothing, Mr. Rubinstein!" Zillah, who had listened abstractedly to these compliments suddenly turned on her cousin. "What are you going to do then, Melky?" she demanded. "What's all this business about that book? And what steps are you thinking of taking?" But Melky rose and, shaking his head, buttoned up his overcoat as if he were buttoning in a multitude of profound secrets. "What you got to do, just now, Zillah--and Mrs. Goldmark too," he answered, "is to keep quiet tongues about what I done with young Lauriston. There ain't to be a word said! If any o' them police come round here, asking about him, you don't know nothing--see? You ain't seen him since he walked out o' that court with me--see? Which, of course--you ain't. And as for the rest, you leave that to yours truly!" "Oh, what it is to have a mind!" exclaimed Mrs. Goldmark "I ain't no mind, beyond managing my business."