"
"If the case is tried it will ruin Pat's reputation."
"What a pity!" said Zani Chada.
In some distant part of the house a gong was struck three times.
"Go," commanded his father. "Remain at Kwee's house until I send
for you. Let Ah Fang go to the room above and see that the woman
is silent. An outcry would ruin our last chance."
Lou Chada raised his hands, brushing the hair back from his wet
forehead, then, staring haggardly at his father, turned and ran
from the room.
A minute later Kerry was ushered in by the Chinese servant. The
savage face was set like a mask. Without removing his hat, he
strode across to the table and bent down so that fierce, wide-
open blue eyes stared closely into long, half-closed black ones.
"I've got one thing to say," explained Kerry huskily. "Whatever
the hangman may do to your slimy son, and whatever happens to the
little blonde fool he kidnapped, if you've laid a hand on my kid
I'll kick you to death, if I follow you round the world to do
it."
Zani Chada made no reply, but his knuckles gleamed, so tightly
did he clutch the knobs on the chair arms. Kerry's savagery
would have awed any man, even though he had supposed it to be the
idle threat of a passionate man.
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