"I'll see it through," said Purdie. "Now, then--these police. Look here--is there a good hotel in this neighbourhood?--I've all my traps in that taxi-cab downstairs--I drove straight here from the station, because I wanted to see Andie Lauriston at once." "Money's no object to you, I reckon, mister?" asked Melky, with a shrewd glance at the young Scotsman's evident signs of prosperity. "Not in reason," answered Purdie. "Then there's the Great Western Hotel, at the end o' Praed Street," said Melky. "That'll suit a young gentleman like you, mister, down to the ground. And you'll be right on the spot!" "Come with me, then," said Purdie. "And then to the police." Half-an-hour's private conversation with the police authorities enabled Purdie to put some different ideas into the official heads. They began to look at matters in a new light. Here was a wealthy young Scottish manufacturer, a person of standing and position, who was able to vouch for Andrew Lauriston in more ways than one, who had known him from boyhood, had full faith in him and in his word, and was certain that all that Lauriston had said about the rings and about his finding of Daniel Multenius would be found to be absolutely true. They willingly agreed to move no further in the matter until Lauriston's return--and Purdie noticed, not without a smile, that they pointedly refrained from asking where he had gone to. He came out from that interview with Ayscough in attendance upon him--and Melky, waiting without, saw that things had gone all right. "You might let me have your London address, sir," said Ayscough. "I might want to let you know something." "Great Western Hotel," answered Purdie. "I shall stay there until Lauriston's return, and until this matter's entirely cleared up, as far as he's concerned. Come there, if you want me. All right," he continued, as he and Melky walked away from the police-station. "They took my word for it!--they'll do nothing until Lauriston comes back. Now then, you know this neighbourhood, and I don't--show me the way to Sussex Square--I'm going to call on Mr. Levendale at once." John Purdie had a double object in calling on Mr. Spencer Levendale. He had mentioned to Melky that when he met Levendale in the Highlands, Levendale, who was a widower, had his children and their governess with him. But he had not mentioned that he, Purdie, had fallen in love with the governess, and that one of his objects in coming to London just then was to renew his acquaintance with her. It was chiefly of the governess that he was thinking as he stood on the steps of the big house in Sussex Square--perhaps, in a few minutes, he would see her again.