The Orange-Yellow DiamondFletcher, J. S. (Joseph Smith)
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The Orange-Yellow Diamond
Fletcher, J. S. (Joseph Smith)
Detective and mystery stories; Diamonds -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
"Do I gather that the taxi-cab which I see outside there is being kept
by you two young men?" he asked.
"It is," answered Purdie. "It's important that we should lose no time
in getting back to town, Mr. Killick."
"Just so!" agreed Mr. Killick, moving towards his library door. "But
I'm going with you--as soon as I've got myself into an overcoat. Now!"
he added, a few minutes later, when all three went out to the cab.
"Tell the man to drive us straight to that police-station you've been
visiting of late--and till we get there, just let me think quietly--I
can probably say more about this case than I'm yet aware of. But--if it
will give you any relief, I can tell you this at once--I have a good
deal to tell. Strange!--strange indeed how things come round, and what
a small world this is, after all!"
With this cryptic utterance Mr. Killick sank into a corner of the cab,
where he remained, evidently lost in thought, until, nearly an hour
later, they pulled up at the door of the police-station. Within five
minutes they were closeted with the chief men there--amongst whom were
Ayscough and the detective from New Scotland Yard.
"You know me--or of me--some of you?" observed the old solicitor, as he
laid a card on the desk by which he had been given a chair. "I was very
well known in the City police-courts, you know, until I retired three
years ago. Now, these young gentlemen have just told me all the facts
of this very strange case, and I think I can throw some light on it--on
part of it, anyway. First of all, let me see those two rings about
which there has been so much enquiry."
Ayscough produced the rings from a locked drawer; the rest of those
present looked on curiously as they were examined and handled by Mr.
Killick. It was immediately evident that he had no doubt about his
recognition and identification of them--after a moment's inspection of
each he pushed them back towards the detective.
"Certainly!" he said with a confidence that carried conviction. "Those
are the rings which I gave to Mrs. Lauriston, this young man's mother.
I knew them at once. If it's necessary, I can show you the receipt
which I got with them from the seller. The particulars are specified in
that receipt--and I know that I still have it. Does my testimony
satisfy you?"
The chief official present glanced at the man from New Scotland Yard,
and receiving a nod from him, smiled at the old solicitor.
"I think we can rely on your evidence, Mr. Killick," he said. "We had
to make certain, you know. But these marks--isn't that a curious
coincidence, now, when you come to think of it?"
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