The life-saver jerked his head toward the door beside him. “He’s in there, getting over his headache.”
“Is he?” This was a contingency which Orme had not foreseen. Nor had he any desire to come face to face with Maku. But if he betrayed his surprise, the life-saver did not notice it.
“The cop is taking another look through the campus,” he continued.
“What does the Jap say about it?” asked Orme.
“He doesn’t say anything. It looks as though he couldn’t speak English. The cop is going to get Asuki.”
“Asuki?”
“A Jap student who lives in the dormitory.”
“Oh,” said Orme.
The fact that Maku would not talk was in a measure reassuring. His apparent inability to understand English was, of course, assumed, unless, indeed, he was still too completely dazed by the blow which Orme had given him, to use a tongue which was more or less strange to him. But what would he say if he saw Orme? Would he not accuse his assailant, hoping thus to delay the pursuit of his companion?
The danger was by no means slight. Orme decided quickly to get away from this neighborhood. But just as he was about to bid the life-saver a casual good-night, two men came around the corner of the building. One was a policeman, the other a young Japanese. Orme unobtrusively seated himself on the edge of the little veranda.