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"You're not making any mistake?" "Mistake!" exclaimed Melky, satirically. "You'll see about that in a minute! Now," he added, turning to the policemen, "you come quietly up and do exactly what I've told you. We'll soon know about mistakes, Zillah!" Yada, left to himself, had spent his time in gazing out of the dirty window of his prison. There was not much of a prospect.
Motono and his address at a small hotel close by and who volunteered the explanation that he was temporarily short of cash until a remittance arrived, had borrowed five pounds from him on a pearl tie-pin which he had drawn from his cravat. That was Yada, without a doubt but from that point Yada vanished.
"Oh, yes!" he said in excellent English accents. "Pleased to see you will you take a chair and your friend! You want to talk to me?" Ayscough sat down and unbuttoned his overcoat. "Much obliged, sir," he said. "Yes the fact is, Mr. Yada, I called to see you on a highly important matter that's arisen.
"You haven't given us much credit, I think, and if you'd told all this at first " Before the Inspector could say more, a constable tapped at the door and put his head into the room. His eyes sought Ayscough. "There's a young gentleman foreigner asking for you, Mr. Ayscough," he said. "Wants to see you at once name of Mr. Yada."
"Case of have to, I reckon!" Levendale turned once more to the Japanese, who smiled on him. "Look you here, Mr. Yada," said Levendale, "I don't know who you are beyond what I'm told your card tells me nothing except that you live lodge, I suppose in Gower Street. You've got mixed up in this, somehow, and you've got knowledge to dispose of.
She gave Yada the merest glance, and turned to Melky. "Bit o' business with this young gentleman, Zillah," said Melky. "That little room, upstairs, now what?" "Oh, all right!" said Zillah, indifferently. "You know your way you'll be quiet enough there." Melky signed to Yada to follow him, and led the way up the stairs to the very top of the house.
But Yada himself was to all outward appearance utterly indifferent to the glances thrown in his direction: it seemed to John Purdie, who was remembering all he had heard the night before, that the young Japanese medical student was a singularly cool and self-possessed hand. Yada, indeed, might have been walking in on an assemblage of personal friends, specially gathered together in his honour.
Three good, saleable items, I think yes?" Purdie watched carefully for some sign of greed or avarice in the informer's wily countenance. To his surprise, he saw none. Instead, Yada assumed an almost sanctimonious air. He seemed to consider matters though his answer was speedy. "I don't want to profit unduly by this affair," he said.
If you should hear anything of this Chang Li, you'll communicate with us, Mr. Yada?" The Japanese smiled openly. "Most improbable, Mr. Detective-Sergeant!" he answered. "I know no more than what I have said. For more information, you should go to the Chinese Legation." "Good idea, sir thank you," said Ayscough.
They were mutually inspecting and appraising each other, and in spite of their impassive faces, it was plain that each was wondering about his next move. It was Levendale who spoke first spoke as if he and the young Japanese were the only people in the room, as if nothing else mattered. He bent forward to Yada. "How much do you know?" he demanded. Yada showed his white teeth again.
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