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"No."
"I was just thinking," he explained, "that I have known several
American Jews who were quite good fellows."
"Yes?" said Lala, looking up at him naively, "I met one not long
ago. He was not nice at all."
"Oh!" exclaimed Durham, startled by this admission, which he had
not anticipated. "One of your father's customers?"
"Yes, a man named Cohen."
"Cohen?"
"A funny little chap," continued the girl. "He tried to make
love to me." She lowered her lashes roguishly. "I knew all along
he was pretending. He was a thief, I think. I was afraid of
him."
Durham did some rapid thinking, then:
"Did you say his name was Cohen?" he asked.
"That was the name he gave."
"A man named Cohen, an American, was found dead in the river
quite recently."
Lala stopped dead and clutched his arm.
"How do you know?" she demanded.
"There was a paragraph in this morning's paper."
She hesitated, then:
"Did it describe him?" she asked.
"No," replied Durham, "I don't think it did in detail. At least,
the only part of the description which I remember is that he wore
a large and valuable diamond on his left hand."
"Oh!" whispered Lala.
She released her grip of Durham's arm and went on.
"What?" he asked. "Did you think it was someone you knew?"
"I did know him," she replied simply. "The man who was found
drowned. It is the same. I am sure now, because of the diamond
ring. What paper did you read it in? I want to read it myself."
"I'm afraid I can't remember. It was probably the Daily Mail."
"Had he been drowned?"
"I presume so--yes," replied Durham guardedly.
Lala Huang was silent for some time while they paced on through
the dusk. Then:
"How strange!" she said in a low voice.
"I am sorry I mentioned it," declared Durham. "But how was I to
know it was your friend?"
"He was no friend of mine," returned the girl sharply. "I hated
him. But it is strange nevertheless. I am sure he intended to
rob my father."
"And is that why you think it strange?"
"Yes," she said, but her voice was almost inaudible.
They were come now to the narrow street communicating with the
courtway in which the great treasure-house of Huang Chow was
situated, and Lala stopped at the corner.
"It was nice of you to walk along with me," she said. "Do you
live in Limehouse?"
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