At the moment that the silent Chinaman was about to throw his
arms about him, the pride of the junior school registered a most
surprising left accurately on the point of Ah Fang's jaw,
following it up by a wilful transgression of Queensberry rules in
the form of a stomach punch which temporarily decided the issue.
Then:
"Quick! quick!" he cried breathlessly, grasping Lady Pat's hand.
"This is where we run!"
In such fashion was Zani Chada interrupted, the interruption
taking the form of a sudden, shrill outcry:
"Dad! dad! Where are you, dad?"
Kerry spun about as a man galvanized. His face became
transfigured.
"This way, Dan!" he cried. "This way, boy!"
Came a clatter of hurrying feet, and into the low, perfumed room
burst Dan Kerry, junior, tightly clasping the hand of a pale-
faced, dishevelled woman in evening dress. It was Lady Rourke;
and although she seemed to be in a nearly fainting condition, Dan
dragged her, half running, into the room.
Kerry gave one glance at the pair, then, instantly, he turned to
face Zani Chada. The latter, like a man of stone, sat in his
carved chair, eyes nearly closed. The Chief Inspector whipped
out a whistle and raised it to his lips. He blew three blasts
upon it.
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