"Is Miss Elaine in?" asked Kennedy.
Jennings was even too dumfounded to speak.
"Why, what's the matter?" demanded Kennedy.
"Then—er—you are not ill again?" he managed to blurt out.
"Ill again?" repeated Kennedy.
"Why," explained Jennings, "didn't Mr. Jameson just now telephone that you had had a relapse in the apartment of that Chinaman, and for Miss Elaine to hurry over there right away with that bottle of medicine?" Kennedy waited to hear no more. Seizing me by the arm, he turned and dashed down the steps and back again into the taxicab in which we had come.
. . . . . . .
In Wu's apartment Long Sin was giving his secretary and another Chinaman the most explicit instructions. As he finished each nodded and showed him a Chinese dirk concealed under his blouse.
Just then a knock sounded at the door. The secretary opened it, and Aunt Josephine and Elaine almost ran in. Before they knew it, the secretary had locked the door.
Long Sin rose and bowed with a smile.