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Page 43
"I'm looking for him."
"What!"
"Oh! he's about somewhere," Dan assured her confidently.
"But, but----" She was gazing at him wide-eyed, "Didn't he send
you here?"
"You bet he didn't," returned young Kerry. "I came here on my
own accord, and when I go you're coming with me. I can't make
out how you got here, anyway. Do you know whose house this is?"
"Oh, I do, I do!"
"Whose?"
"It belongs to a man called Chada."
"Chada? Never heard of him. But I mean, what part of London is
it in?"
"Whatever do you mean? It is in Limehouse, I believe. I don't
understand. You came here."
"I didn't," said young Kerry cheerfully; "I was fetched!"
"By your father?"
"Not on your life. By a couple of Chinks! I'll tell you
something." He raised his twinkling blue eyes. "We are properly
up against it. I suppose you couldn't climb down a rain-pipe?"
VII
RETRIBUTION
It was that dark, still, depressing hour of the night, when all
life is at its lowest ebb. In the low, strangely perfumed room
of books Zani Chada sat before his table, his yellow hands
clutching the knobs on his chair arms, his long, inscrutable eyes
staring unseeingly before him.
Came a disturbance and the sound of voices, and Lou Chada, his
son, stood at the doorway. He still wore his evening clothes,
but he no longer looked smart. His glossy black hair was
dishevelled, and his handsome, olive face bore a hunted look.
Panic was betoken by twitching mouth and fear-bright eyes. He
stopped, glaring at his father, and:
"Why are you not gone?" asked the latter sternly. "Do you wish
to wreck me as well as yourself ?"
"The police have posted a man opposite Kwee's house. I cannot
get out that way."
"There was no one there when the boy was brought in."
"No, but there is now. Father!" He took a step forward. "I'm
trapped. They sha'n't take me. You won't let them take me?"
Zani Chada stirred not a muscle, but:
"To-night," he said, "your mad passion has brought ruin to both
of us. For the sake of a golden doll who is not worth the price
of the jewels she wears, you have placed yourself within reach of
the hangman."
"I was mad, I was mad," groaned the other.
"But I, who was sane, am involved in the consequences," retorted
his father.
"He will be silent at the price of the boy's life."
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