I will
see the one who brought you here. He may not be entirely to
blame. Before you leave we shall understand one another."
Tone and glance were coldly angry. Then, before the frightened
woman could say another word, the man in the blue robe robe
withdrew, the curtain was dropped again, and she heard the
grating of a key in the lock. She ran to the door, beating upon
it with her clenched hands.
"Let me go!" she cried, half hysterically. "Let me go! You
shall pay for this! Oh, you shall pay for this!"
No one answered, and, turning, she leaned back against the
curtain, breathing heavily and fighting for composure, for
strength.
IV
ZANI CHADA, THE EURASIAN
"I can't help thinking, Chief Inspector," said the officer in
charge at Limehouse Station, "that you take unnecessary risks."
"Can't you?" said Kerry, tilting his bowler farther forward and
staring truculently at the speaker.
"No, I can't. Since you cleaned up the dope gang down here
you've been a marked man. These murders in the Chinatown area,
of which this one to-night makes the third, have got some kind of
big influence behind them. Yet you wander about in the fog
without even a gun in your pocket."
"I don't believe in guns," rapped Kerry.
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