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Updated: June 2, 2025
Allerdyke, closely watching the woman around whom so much mystery centred, saw that she did not move so much as an eyelash. She laid her work aside, left the room, and within a minute returned with Van Koon, who gazed at Fullaway with an air of half-amused inquiry. "Something happened?" he asked, nodding to Allerdyke. "Town on fire?"
I wanted to know if Van Koon had any connection with this affair, and if, when he saw that the parcel was from Hull, he had immediately jumped to the conclusion that it might be from James Allerdyke, and might contain the actual valuables. Fortunately, Mr. Rayner had already made arrangements with a noted private inquiry agent to have Van Koon most carefully and closely watched.
So also, evidently, was Merrifield. Now, Merrifield, as Delkin's secretary, knew of the proposed deal. "Obviously, then, Schmall, Van Koon, and Merrifield were in league whether Ebers was also in league, or was a catspaw, we did not trouble to decide.
And as they went, two or three men also separated themselves from the idlers around the tables and strolled quietly and casually in the same direction. Also, Van Koon and the man with him left their table, and, as if they had no object in life but mere aimless chatter and saunter, wandered away towards the couple who had first emerged from the enclosure.
Koon Ying Phan had neither beauty nor grace; but her habits were domestic, and her temper extremely mild. When I first knew her she was perhaps forty years old, stout, heavy, dark, her only attraction the gentle expression of her eyes and mouth.
There was, besides, a cool, shaded walk, leading to a more extensive garden, adorned with curious lattice-work, and abounding in shrubs of great variety and beauty. Koon Ying Phan had a lively love for flowers, which she styled the children of her heart; "for my lord is childless," she whispered.
He's always very smartly dressed I took him for a foreigner of some sort." The chief turned to his coffee. "Well never mind him," he said. "Pay no attention so long as that man is Van Koon, I'll watch him quietly. But you may be sure he has come here on the same business that has brought us here.
"I want justice. I'm not so much concerned about the jewels as about who killed my cousin. I believe that man Lydenberg did the actual killing but who was at Lydenberg's back? Find that out, and " "Exactly exactly!" broke in Fullaway. "The very thing! Well you understand, Allerdyke. Van Koon and I will want to keep our operations to ourselves. We don't want police interference.
Marlow began to trace imaginary patterns on the surface of the table; Van Koon produced a penknife and began to scrape the edges of his filbert nails with a preoccupied air. "There's the thing I've insisted on all along, Fullaway, you know," he said at last, finding that no one seemed inclined to speak. "I've insisted on it, but you've always put it off.
Van Koon," he said, "and as I'm James Allerdyke's cousin and his executor, I'm going to step round and see this Mr. Delkin at his hotel the Cecil, you said. It's no use trifling, Fullaway Delkin knew, and Mrs. Marlow now tells us his secretary knew. All right! my job is to see, in person, anybody who knew. Then, maybe, I myself shall get to know." Van Koon, too, rose.
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