"
"What!"
"Oh! he's about somewhere," Dan assured her confidently.
"But, but----" She was gazing at him wide-eyed, "Didn't he send
you here?"
"You bet he didn't," returned young Kerry. "I came here on my
own accord, and when I go you're coming with me. I can't make
out how you got here, anyway. Do you know whose house this is?"
"Oh, I do, I do!"
"Whose?"
"It belongs to a man called Chada."
"Chada? Never heard of him. But I mean, what part of London is
it in?"
"Whatever do you mean? It is in Limehouse, I believe. I don't
understand. You came here."
"I didn't," said young Kerry cheerfully; "I was fetched!"
"By your father?"
"Not on your life. By a couple of Chinks! I'll tell you
something." He raised his twinkling blue eyes. "We are properly
up against it. I suppose you couldn't climb down a rain-pipe?"
VII
RETRIBUTION
It was that dark, still, depressing hour of the night, when all
life is at its lowest ebb. In the low, strangely perfumed room
of books Zani Chada sat before his table, his yellow hands
clutching the knobs on his chair arms, his long, inscrutable eyes
staring unseeingly before him.
Came a disturbance and the sound of voices, and Lou Chada, his
son, stood at the doorway.
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