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At the end of that half hour he put on his hat and went out. He was to meet Hanada on the Wells street bridge. Where the Japanese was staying he did not know, but that it was with some fellow countrymen he did not doubt. Cio-Cio-San was staying with friends, students at the University.
When she dared look up, she saw the man sprawled on the floor, and the girl crouching beside him, like a wild beast beside her kill. Seeming to feel Mazie's eyes upon her, Cio-Cio-San turned and smiled strangely, as she said: "He is dead!" The Russian had told the truth when he said the friends of Mazie and Cio-Cio-San were on the bridge.
Johnny went on, "I've seen you in a lot of glad rags but this tops them all. Looks like you'd just come from your own kitchenette." Mazie bit her lip to hide her confusion. Then blushing, she said: "Johnny, I'm hungry. When do we eat?" "I know a nice place right round the corner. C'mon. Where's Cio-Cio-San?" "Gone to the Emergency hospital." "Hanada," Johnny exclaimed. "I must find out about him."
"Call the wagon," said Johnny. Soon they were rattling away toward the station, Mazie, Cio-Cio-San, and Johnny. "Johnny," Mazie whispered, "you didn't desert, did you?" "Did you think that?" Johnny groaned in mock agony. "No, honest I didn't, but what what did you do?" "Just got tired of waiting for Uncle Sam to bring me home from Russia, so I walked, that's all.
But for some time the Japanese did not speak; then it was concerning an entirely different affair. Cio-Cio-San had been visited by a fellow countryman who, although wholly unknown to her, had appeared to know a great deal about her private business.
No, he would allow one of their spies to trail him to the Custom House, and there, before the man's very eyes, Johnny would take out the envelope with the seal plainly showing, and hand the diamonds in as smuggled goods. There was but one objection to this plan; he still had a strange fancy that someway Cio-Cio-San had a rightful interest in those gems. At least, he was not sure she did not have.
Then for a second she wavered. She was a woman. But she was hungry. Tomorrow she might be starving. Her knife flashed. A stream of red began dyeing the ice. A moment later, the creature's muscles relaxed. The Japanese girl, Cio-Cio-San, sat up and began to think. Here was food, but how was it to be prepared?
Now he remembered that Jerry the Rat had spoken of a Jap as a member of the Radicals, and he wondered if Cio-Cio-San's visitor was the same man. If that were so, then what was his game? Was he planning to lead Cio-Cio-San into a trap?
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