"
He stood still, staring at me oddly.
"One meets with cases of singular devotion in unexpected quarters
sometimes," he said.
"You mean that the woman inflicted the wound upon herself in
order------"
"To save old Kwen Lung--exactly! It's marvellous."
"Good heavens!" I exclaimed. "And the window?"
"Oh! it was broken right enough--by two drunken sailormen
fighting in the court outside! Sash and everything smashed to
splinters."
He began irritably to pace the carpet again.
"It must have been a devil of a fight!" he added savagely.
"Meanwhile," said I, "where is old Kwen Lung hiding?"
"But more particularly," cried Harley, "where has he hidden the
poor victim? Come along, Knox! I'm going down there for a final
look round."
"Of course the premises are being watched?"
"Of course--and also, of course, I shall be the laughing stock of
Scotland Yard if nothing results."
It was close on midnight when once more I found myself in
Pennyfields. Carried away by Harley's irritable excitement I had
quite forgotten the romance of Captain Dan; and when, having
exchanged greetings with the detective on duty hard by the house
of Kwen Lung, we presently found ourselves in the presence of Ma
Lorenzo, I scarcely knew for a moment if I were "Jim" or my
proper self.
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