Elaine gazed about in trepidation. But before she could say anything, Mary, with a great show of surprise, exclaimed, "Why, I must have made a mistake. This isn't Mrs. Rivington's apartment. How stupid of me."
They looked at each other a moment. Then each laughed nervously, as together they started to go out of the door. It was locked!
Quickly they ran to another door. It was locked, also.
Then they went to the windows. Behind the curtains they were barred and looked out on a blank brick wall in a little court.
"Oh," cried Mary wringing her hands, stricken in mock panic, "oh, I'm so frightened. This may be the den of Chinese white slavers!"
She had picked up some Chinese articles on a table, including the box that Long had left there. It had a peculiar odor.
"Opium!" she whispered, showing it to Elaine.
The two looked at each other, Elaine genuinely worried now.
Just then, the Chinaman entered and stood a moment gazing at them. They turned and Elaine recoiled from him. Long bowed.
"Oh sir," cried Mary, "We've made a mistake. Can't you tell us how to get out?"