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"I see you are a collector yourself," he ventured, picking them up. "Yes," answered Craig, offhand; "I picked them up yesterday at Sato's. You know the place?" "Oh, yes, I know Sato," answered the curator, seemingly without the slightest hesitation. "He has been in Mexico is quite a student." "And the other man, Otaka?" "Other man Otaka? You mean his wife?"
"I am just looking for a few things to add to my den," explained Kennedy, adding, "nothing in particular, but merely whatever happens to strike my fancy." "Surely, then, you have come to the right shop," greeted Sato. "If there is anything that interests you, I shall be glad to show it." "Thank you," replied Craig. "Don't let me trouble you with your other customers.
What does he think I've done to him?" Tinker read the note and shook his head. "The Lord knows! You see he's all moods, and they change they change any time. He knows his business, but you can't count on him. He's liable to do anything anything at all." "But what reason " The Japanese boy, Sato, stood bobbing in the doorway. "Mis' Potter kassee," he said courteously.
I asked, pointing to the continent of North America, also in gold and prominently in view. "Ah, honorable sir," answered Sato, before Kennedy could reply, "the artist intended by that to indicate Japan's friendliness for America and America's greatness." He was inscrutable. It seemed as if he were watching our every move, and yet it was done with a polite cordiality that could not give offense.
Sato's scant knowledge of English seemed to forsake him, under the stress of his terror. And he broke into a monkeylike mouthing in his native Japanese. Milo took a step toward him. Sato screeched like a stuck pig and crouched to the ground. "Wait!" suggested Brice, going toward the abject creature. "Let me handle him. I know a bit of his language.
Observing this incident, Noritsune, one of the best fighters and most skilled archers among the Taira, made Yoshitsune the target of his shafts. But Sato Tsuginobu, member of the band of trusted comrades who had accompanied the Minamoto hero from Mutsu, interposed his body and received the arrow destined for Yoshitsune.
Then, when the senora was no doubt under the influence of sake in the pretty little Oriental bower at the curio shop, a quick jab, and Otaka had removed one who shared the secret with them." He had turned and faced the pair. "Sato," he added, "you played on the patriotism of the senora until you wormed from her the treasure secret.
However, mostly with the official aid of Doctor Leslie, I followed out his instructions, and it was indeed a strange party that assembled that night. There were Doctor Bernardo; Sato, the curio dealer; Otaka, the Ainu, and ourselves. Mrs. Northrop, of course, could not come.
As for my pitching him out of here, this evening, well, it was he who taught me all I know of jiu-jutsu. He used to be champion of Nagasaki. If he'd chosen to resist, he could have broken my neck in five seconds. Sato is a wonder at the game." The Jap grinned expansively at the praise. Then he glanced at Hade and reported: "He's getting back his powers of motion, sir.
"Yisso," said Sato, delighted. "Ve'y so'y. Mis' Potter kassee nobody." "I will see him. "Wait. It's all right," Tinker reassured him soothingly. "It's all right, Sato. You go and tell Mr. Potter that I'm here and Mr. Canby came with me." "Yisso." Sato stood back from the door obediently, and they passed into the hall. "You sidowm, please."
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