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Brett felt that she was too full, and would overflow with tears in an instant. "This is vely bad!" gasped Jiro. "Oh, Nummie dear, have we been doing wrong?" moaned his spouse. The barrister determined to frighten them thoroughly. "It is a grave question with the authorities whether they should not arrest you instantly," he said. "On what charge?" cried Jiro.
She was fated not to complete that doubly accurate sentence, for at that moment a key rattled in the outer door. "Here he is," she announced; and Mr. Jiro entered. It was fortunate that the gravity of his errand, no less than his power of self-control, kept Brett from laughing.
Japanese law does not pelmit the change of names now. My ploper name is Numagawa Jiro" which he pronounced "Jilo." "You told the detective at Ipswich that the device on the handle represented the setting sun. How did you know the sun was setting, and not rising?" It was a haphazard shot. The description was Hume's, not Winter's. Again the Japanese paused before answering.
"No, sir, but Mrs. Jiro is." An infantine wail from one of the apartments showed that there was also a young Jiro. The maid neither advanced nor retreated. She simply stood stock still, petrified by the sight of a well-dressed visitor. Brett suggested that she should inform her mistress of his presence. "Please, sir," whispered the girl, "are you from Ipswich?" "No; from Victoria Street."
He was fully persuaded that Jiro had, in the first place, identified the crest as belonging to one of the many Samurai clans. But the motto was new to him, and its discovery had revealed the particular family which claimed its use. Why did he refuse to impart his knowledge? There must be plenty of Japanese in London who would give this information readily.
It has come to my knowledge that you gave the police some information with reference to a Japanese weapon which figured in a noted crime, and I have ventured to come here to ask you for additional details." Mrs. Jiro heaved a great sigh of relief. "My gracious!" she cried, "you did startle me. I can't bear to hear the name of Ipswich nowadays. I was married from there."
"Very much more, but it was the knife which brought him to the place. He carried the major attraction away with him." Mrs. Jiro thought this sounded nice. She turned to her husband: "Why don't you tell the gentleman all you know about it, Nummie?" The little man looked at her curiously before he spoke to the barrister. "I have nothing to tell," he said. "I told the police all that they asked me.
Although the hour was late for calling upon a complete stranger, the barrister could not rest until he had inspected the Jiro ménage. No. 17 was a long way from the ground level. Indeed, the cats of Kensington, if sufficiently enterprising, inhabitated the floor above. He rang, and was surveyed with astonishment by a very small maid-servant. "Is Mr. Numagawa Jiro at home?" he inquired.
Catch me marrying a nigger." "But Japanese are not niggers." "Well, they're not my sort, anyhow. And fancy a great gawk like Flossie Bird taking on with a little man who doesn't reach up to her elbow. It was simply ridiculous. What did you say her name is now?" He gave the required information, and went on: "Had Mr. Jiro any other friends in Ipswich to your knowledge?" "He didn't know a soul.
"Here, in my pocket-book." They silently compared the two typed sheets. It needed no expert to note that they had been written by the same machine. "It would take a clever counsel to upset that piece of evidence," said Winter. "I wish I had hold of the writer." "You have spoken to him several times." "Surely you cannot mean Jiro!" "Who else? Jiro is but the tool of a superior scoundrel.
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