From one--two--three--four points around the house the signal was
answered.
Zani Chada fully opened his long, basilisk eyes.
"You win, Chief Inspector," he said. "But much may be done by
clever counsel. If all fails------"
"Well?" rapped Kerry fiercely, at the same time throwing his arm
around the boy.
"I may continue to take an interest in your affairs."
A tremendous uproar arose, within and without the house. The
police were raiding the place. Lady Rourke sank down, slowly,
almost at the Eurasian's feet.
But Chief Inspector Kerry experienced an unfamiliar chill as his
uncompromising stare met the cold hatred which blazed out of the
black eyes, narrowed, now, and serpentine, of Zani Chada.
THE PIGTAIL OF HI WING HO
I
HOW I OBTAINED IT
Leaving the dock gates behind me I tramped through the steady
drizzle, going parallel with the river and making for the Chinese
quarter. The hour was about half-past eleven on one of those
September nights when, in such a locality as this, a stifling
quality seems to enter the atmosphere, rendering it all but
unbreathable. A mist floated over the river, and it was
difficult to say if the rain was still falling, indeed, or if the
ample moisture upon my garments was traceable only to the fog.
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