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"My wife desires my presence at home." I returned his bow, and as he walked quite steadily toward the door, followed by Ah Tsong, he paused, turned, and said: "Mr. Knox, I should esteem it a friendly action if you would spare me an hour of your company before you leave Surrey. My visitors are few. Any one, any one, will direct you to the Guest House. I am persuaded that we have much in common.
"Master no got," replied Ah Tsong, and proceeded to close the door. Paul Harley thrust his hand against it and addressed the man rapidly in Chinese. I could not have supposed the face of Ah Tsong capable of expressing so much animation. At the sound of his native tongue his eyes lighted up, and: "Tchee, tchee," he said, turned, and disappeared.
Nostrils dilated, he stood with that quivering finger outstretched, and now having become as speechless as he, I turned and walked rapidly up to the house. "Ah Tsong! Ah Tsong!" came a cry from behind me in tones which I can only describe as hysterical "Mr. Knox's hat and stick. Quickly." As I walked in past the study door the Chinaman came to meet me, holding my hat and cane.
"It's the most cunning thing that was ever planned, but I flatter myself that I have a good straight eye which can see a fairly long way." "Excellent," murmured Harley. "I congratulate you. Myopia is so common in the present generation. You have decided, of course, that the murder was committed by Ah Tsong?" Inspector Aylesbury's eyes seemed to protrude extraordinarily. "Ah Tsong!" he exclaimed.
"When we are newly awakened from sleep, Mr. Harley, we retain only an imperfect impression of that which awakened us." "True," replied Paul Harley; "and did Ah Tsong return to his room?" "Not immediately. Permit me to say, Mr. Harley, that the nature of your questions surprises me. At the moment I fail to see their bearing upon the main issue.
"Ah Tsong!" "Surely it is palpable," continued Harley, "that of the three people residing in the Guest House, Ah Tsong is the only one who could possibly have done the deed." "Who could possibly who could possibly " stuttered the Inspector, then paused because of sheer lack of words. "Review the evidence," continued Harley, coolly. "Mrs. Camber was awakened by the sound of a shot.
But I began to notice that Juan did not present any of his friends to me. We went about, but to strange places, never to visit people of his own kind, and none came to visit us. Then one night I heard someone on the balcony of my room. I was so frightened I could not cry out. It was good I was like that, for the curtain was pulled open and Ah Tsong came in."
The brilliant state of the door-brass afforded evidence of the fact that Ah Tsong had arisen, even if the other members of the household were still sleeping, and Harley, growing irritable, executed a loud tattoo upon the knocker. This had its effect. The door opened and Ah Tsong looked out. "Tell your master that Mr. Paul Harley has called to see him upon urgent business."
But this was only the result of that necromancy which Buddha in his sixth incarnation denounced in the person of Tsong- kha-pa, the great reformer. They even deny the spiritual supremacy of the Dalai Lama at Lhassa, and own allegiance to an impostor who lives at the monastery of Sakia Djong.
Camber from the spot upon which we now stand, he would still have been in the garden at the moment when Mrs. Camber was ringing the bell for Ah Tsong. Mr. Camber must therefore have returned from the end of the garden to the study, and have passed Ah Tsong's room unheard by the occupant between the time that the bell rang and the time that Ah Tsong went upstairs. This I submit to be impossible.
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