"Did he say if he knew for a fact that the diamond was delivered to Multenius?" asked Mr. Killick.
"Yes, he did. He found a telegram from Multenius at Las Palmas, acknowledging the receipt. He mentioned to me that Multenius would put the diamond in his bank, till he got to London himself."
Mr. Killick glanced at the detective—the detectives nodded.
"Very good," continued Mr. Killick. "Now then—you'd doubtless talk a good deal about this matter—did your brother tell you what was to be done with the diamond? Had he a purchaser in view?"
"Yes, he said something about that," replied John Purvis. "He said that Multenius and Levendale would make—or were making—what he called a syndicate to buy it from him. They'd have it cut—over in Amsterdam, I think it was. He reckoned he'd get quite eighty thousand from the syndicate."
"He didn't mention any other names than those of Multenius and Levendale?"
"No—none!"
"Now, one more question. Where did your brother leave you—at Plymouth?"
"First thing next morning," said John Purvis. "We travelled together as far as Exeter. He came on to Paddington—I went home to my farm. And I've never heard of him since—till I read all this in the papers."
Mr. Killick got up and began to button his overcoat. He turned to the police.
"Now you know what we wanted to know!" he said. "That diamond is at the bottom of everything! Daniel
