—his orders—right opposite the Tube Station—t'other side of the street."
"Did you see which way he went—then?" enquired Ayscough.
"I did. Straight along Oxford Street—Tottenham Court Road way," said the driver, "carrying his suitcase—which it was, as I say, on'y a little 'un—and walking very fast. Last I see of him was that, guv'nor."
Ayscough went away and got back to more pretentious regions. He was dead tired and weary with his night's work, and glad to drop in at an early-opened coffee-shop and get some breakfast. While he ate and drank a boy came in with the first editions of the newspapers. Ayscough picked one up—and immediately saw staring headlines:—
The Paddington Mysteries.
New and Startling Features.
Diamond worth £80,000 Being Looked for
Murder in Maida Vale
Ayscough laid down the paper and smiled. Levendale—if not dead—could scarcely fail to see that!
