96
THE ORANGE-YELLOW DIAMOND
"Perhaps you can tell this gentleman where Mr. Lauriston is, Mr. Rubinstein?" she said. "I ain't seen him since he went out first thing this morning."
Melky looked the stranger over—narrowly. Then he silently beckoned him outside the house, and walked him out of earshot.
"You ain't the friend from Scotland?" asked Melky. "Him what sent the bank-note, last night?"
"Yes!" assented the stranger. "I see you're aware of that. My name is Purdie—John Purdie. Where is Lauriston? I particularly want to see him."
Melky tapped the side of his nose, and whispered.
"He's on his way to where you come from, mister!" he said. "Here!—I know who you are, and you'll know me in one minute. Come up to my sitting-room!
