She shook her head slowly, watching Harley through
half-closed eyes.
"Nobody hab," she replied.
And I thought for once that her lapse into pidgin had been
deliberate and not accidental.
When finally we quitted the house of the missing Kwen Lung, and
when, Harley having curtly acknowledged "good night" from the
detective on duty, we came out into Limehouse Causeway.
"You have not overlooked the possibility, Harley," I said, "that
this woman's explanation may be true, and that the fireman of the
Seahawk may have been entertaining us with an account of a weird
dream?"
"No!" snapped Harley--"neither will Scotland Yard overlook it."
He was in a particularly impossible mood, for he so rarely made
mistakes that to be detected in one invariably brought out those
petulant traits of character which may have been due in some
measure to long residence in the East. Recognizing that he would
rather be alone I parted from him at the corner of Chancery Lane
and returned to my own chambers. Furthermore, I was very tired,
for it was close upon two o'clock, and on turning in I very
promptly went to sleep, nor did I awaken until late in the
morning.
For some odd reason, but possibly because the fact had occurred
to me just as I was retiring, I remembered at the moment of
waking that I had not told Harley about the romantic wedding of
Captain Dan.
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