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Updated: June 2, 2025
But one needed to hold the bar in thick gloves, because liquid air could drip off if one were not careful. And it did not work on iron or steel. Soames took Fran with Mal and Hod, to the improvised schoolroom where Gail labored to give Zani a minimum vocabulary of English words. Rex went happily along with the others. Zani greeted the dog rapturously.
Zani sat in a chair with a book before her and her hand seemingly shielding her eyes. Her expression was abstracted. As they entered, Hod made a clicking sound in his throat. Zani put one hand quickly in her pocket and opened her eyes. They had been closed. The book was a prop to hide something. Soames had a flash of insight.
An opium pipe rested in a porcelain bowl. Zani Chada, wearing a blue robe, sat in a cushioned chair, staring toward the Chief Inspector. With one slender yellow hand he brushed his untidy gray hair. His long magnetic eyes were half closed. "Good evening, Chief Inspector Kerry," he said. "Won't you be seated?" "Thanks, I'm not staying. I can hear what you've got to say standing."
The handsome, cultured young Eurasian, fresh from a distinguished university career and pampered by a certain section of smart society, did not conform to Detective Sergeant Durham's idea of a suspect. He knew that Lou was the son of Zani Chada, and he knew that Zani Chada was one of the wealthiest men in Limehouse.
Very shortly she greeted Soames anxiously when he came to see how the process went. "Her name," said Gail, "is Zani. The other girl the one with blue eyes is Mal, and the boy in the brown tunic is Fran and the one in the green is Hod. She understands that there's a language to be learned. She's writing down words in some sort of writing of her own.
"I am aware of the fact," murmured Zani Chada. "There are two people in it I want for two different reasons. If you say much more there may be three." Chada raised his hand slowly. "Put back your whistle, Chief Inspector." There was a curious restraint in the Eurasian's manner which Kerry distrusted, but for which at the time he was at a loss to account.
After a long time he turned to Soames. "My people say " a pause "thank you " another pause, "and ask for Zani and Mal and Hod." "Tell them to make a column of themselves and float right here, going up to ten thousand feet or so. Radars will pick them out. Planes will come in the night to see what they are. They'll guess. I doubt very much that they'll attack.
With a thrill of real, sickly terror he realized that he was in the hands of Chinamen! Perhaps telepathically this spasm of fear was conveyed to his father, for it was at about this time that the latter was interviewing Zani Chada, and at about this time that Kerry recognized, underlying the other's words, at once an ill-concealed suspense and a threat.
Marcantonio Giustiniani had but lately returned from Rome, where, during his residence as Secretary to the Venetian Ambassador, the affair of the Venetian Patriarch Zani, which had roused such indignation in Venice, had taken place.
"And have someone 'phone for a taxi; they are to keep on till they get one. Where is Sergeant Durham?" "At the mortuary." "Ah!" "Any developments, Chief Inspector?" "Yes. But apart from keeping a close watch upon the house of Zani Chada you are to do nothing until you hear from me again." "Very good," said the inspector. "Are you going to wait for Durham's report?" "No.
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