I am going to look at Kwen Lung's joss."
Without another word he led the way downstairs and out into the
deserted street. The first gray halftones of dawn were creeping
into the sky, so that the outlines of Limehouse loomed like dim
silhouettes about us. There was abundant evidence in the form of
noises, strange and discordant, that many workers were busy on
dock and riverside, but the streets through which our course lay
were almost empty. Sometimes a furtive shadow would move out of
some black gully and fade into a dimly seen doorway in a manner
peculiarly unpleasant and Asiatic. But we met no palpable
pedestrian throughout the journey.
Before the door of a house in Pennyfields which closely resembled
that which we had left in Wade Street, in that it was flatly
uninteresting, dirty and commonplace, we paused. There was no
sign of life about the place and no lights showed at any of the
windows, which appeared as dim cavities--eyeless sockets in the
gray face of the building, as dawn proclaimed the birth of a new
day.
Harley seized the knocker and knocked sharply. There was no
response, and he repeated the summons, but again without effect.
Thereupon, with a muttered exclamation, he grasped the knocker a
third time and executed a veritable tattoo upon the door.
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