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We came to England, and Colin heard about this house, and we took it. "At last we were really happy. No one knew us. Because we were strange, and because of Ah Tsong, they looked at us very funny and kept away, but we did not care. Then Sir James Appleton sold Cray's Folly." She looked up quickly. "How can I tell you? It must have been by Ah Tsong that he traced me to Surrey.
She was almost overcome by her tragic recollections, but presently, with a wonderful courage, which, together with her daintiness of form, spoke eloquently of good blood on one side at any rate, continued to speak: "My father found he must go to Cuba to make arrangements for the future. Of course, our life there was finished. Ah Tsong stayed with me.
Paul Harley was leisurely filling his pipe, and: "If you think the evidence of Ah Tsong important, Inspector," he said, "I will interpret if you wish." "You will do what?" "I will act as interpreter." "Do you want me to believe that you speak Chinese?" "Your beliefs do not concern me, Inspector; I am merely offering my services." "Thanks," said the Inspector, dryly, "but I won't trouble you.
An antique sofa, studded with brass nails, exhibited upon its towering back a picture of Tsong Kapa reclining under the tree of a thousand images at the Llamasary of Koomboom. There were scenes which were evidently intended to be historical, but there were others which were wild and inexplicable.
I enquired. "Master no got," crooned Ah Tsong. He proceeded quietly to close the door again. "One moment," I said, "one moment. I wish, at any rate, to leave my card." Ah Tsong allowed the door to remain open, but: "No usee palaber so fashion," he said. "No feller comee here. Sabby?" "I savvy, right enough," said I, "but all the same you have got to take my card in to Mr. Camber."
"I am sorry to have to trouble you with this disagreeable business, Mrs. Camber," he began; "but I believe you were awakened last night by the sound of a shot." "Yes," she replied, watching him intently, "that is so." "May I ask at what time this was heard?" "Ah Tsong told me it was after twelve o'clock." "Was the sound a loud one?" "Yes. It must have been to have awakened me." "I see.
"Ah Tsong has told me." The pupils of her eyes dilated, as she fixed an appealing glance upon the Inspector. In justice to the latter he was palpably abashed by the delicate beauty of the girl who stood before him, by her naivete, and by that childishness of appearance and manner which must have awakened the latent chivalry in almost any man's heart.
She looked pleadingly at Val Beverley. "I understand," whispered the latter with deep sympathy; "but you don't think it makes any difference, do you?" "No?" said Mrs. Camber with a quaint little gesture. "To you, perhaps not, but there, where I was born, oh! so much. Well, then, my mother died when I was very little. Ah Tsong was her servant.
Colin Camber rose again, and fixing his melancholy eyes upon the newcomer: "Ah Tsong," he said in a tone of cold anger, "what are you doing here?" Quite unmoved the Chinaman replied: "Blingee you chit, sir, vellee soon go back." "What do you mean?" demanded Mr. Camber. "Answer me, Ah Tsong: who sent you?"
I think Ah Tsong had warned her of the nature of the ordeal which she was to expect, but her wide-eyed timidity was nevertheless pathetic to witness. She glanced at me with a ghost of a smile, and: "Ysola," said Colin Camber, inclining his head toward me in a grave gesture of courtesy, "Mr. Knox has generously forgiven me a breach of good manners for which I shall never forgive myself.
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