"Thome!" replied Mr. Goldmark, with a grin.
"And he knows Baseverie, too," continued Mapperley. "By sight, anyhow. So I got him—for a consideration—to watch for Baseverie's next appearance on that scene, and then, when he did come, to keep an eye on him—trick him, in fact. And Issy's seen him to-night, Mr. Hetherwick, and followed him. Then Issy came to me, and I brought him here."
"Good!" said Hetherwick. "Sit down, both of you, and I'll hear about it." He dropped into his own easy chair and again regarding the Jew decided that he was probably a creditable witness. "What do you do at Vivian's?" he asked. "Employed there?"
Mr. Goldmark glanced at Mapperley and smiled knowingly. Mapperley nodded.
"All confidential, Issy," he said reassuringly. "Going no further."
"Of course this is all confidential—and secret," remarked Hetherwick. "I only want to know the precise connection between Vivian's and Mr. Goldmark."
"It'th a thort of themi-official, mithter," answered the Jew. "The fact ith, I do a bit o' commith'on work for Vivian'th cuthtomerth, turf you know. Tho'—I'm in and out of an evening. Thee?"
"I see," said Hetherwick. "All right! And you know Baseverie?"
"Ath well ath I know my own nothe," replied Mr. Goldmark.
"How long have you known him?"