They were at the pawnshop by that time, and all six trooped in at the side-entrance. Old Daniel Multenius, unconscious of all the fuss and bother which his death had caused, was to be quietly interred that afternoon, and Zillah and Melky were already in their mourning garments. But Zillah had lost none of her business habits and instincts, and while the faithful Mrs. Goldmark attended to the funeral guests in the upstairs regions, she herself was waiting in the back-parlour for these other visitors. On the table before her, evidently placed there for inspection, lay three objects to which she at once drew attention--one, an old-fashioned, double-breasted fancy waistcoat, evidently of considerable age, and much worn, the others, two letters written on foreign notepaper. "It never occurred to me," said Zillah, plunging into business at once, "at least, until an hour or two ago, to examine the clothes my grandfather was wearing at the time of his death. As a matter of fact he'd been wearing the same clothes for months. I've been through all his pockets. There was nothing of importance--except these letters. I found those in a pocket in the inside of that waistcoat--there! Read them." The men bent over the unfolded letters, and Ayscough read them aloud. "MACPHERSON'S HOTEL, CAPE TOWN, "_September 17th_, 1912. "Dear Sir,--I have sent the little article about which I have already written you and Mr. L. fully, to your address by ordinary registered post. Better put it in your bank till I arrive--shall write you later about date of my arrival. Faithfully yours, "Stephen Purvis." "That," remarked Ayscough, glancing at the rest, "clearly refers to whatever it was that Mr. Multenius took from his bank on the morning of his death. It also refers to Mr. Levendale--without doubt." He drew the other letter to him and read it out. "CAPE TOWN, "_October 10th_, 1912. "Dear Sir,--Just a line to say I leave here by s.s. _Golconda_ in a day or two--this precedes me by today's mail. I hope to be in England November 15th--due then, anyway--and shall call on you immediately on arrival. Better arrange to have Mr. S. L. to meet you and me at once. Faithfully, "Stephen Purvis." "November 15th?" remarked Ayscough. "Mr. Multenius died on November 19th. So--if Purvis did reach here on the 15th he'd probably been about this quarter before the 19th. We know he was at Mrs. Goldmark's restaurant on the 18th, anyway! All right, Miss Wildrose--we'll take these letters with us." Lauriston stopped behind when the rest of the men went out--to exchange a few words alone with Zillah. When he went into the street, all had gone except Purdie, who was talking with Melky at the entrance to the side-alley. "That's the sure tip at present, mister," Melky was saying. "Get that done--clear that up. Mr. Lauriston," he went on, "you do what your friend says--we're sorting things out piece by piece." Purdie took Lauriston's arm and led him away.