"I suppose letters will be forwarded?"
"The judge has given instructions. All letters and parcels are to be forwarded to the British Consulate at Wu-chau."
"In Wu-chau," said Yung How, "I have a brother."
He turned away and went upstairs, where he entered the bedroom of Mr Waldron. In one of the small drawers of the dressing-table he discovered the millionaire's cheque-book; and since he could read English tolerably well, he spent a pleasant five minutes studying the counterfoils. Then quite suddenly Mr Waldron came in.
"Say," said he, "what are you doing here?"
"Have cleaned hairbrushes," said Yung How, without a moment's hesitation.
"Then, git!" cried Mr Waldron. "Guess I can fill my own grip-sack. When I want a slit-eyed son of Satan hanging around my boudoir, I'll send for him. So, git!"
And Yung How "got." He walked gravely from the room with his head held proudly in the air, and his eyes fixed upon the ground. He appeared grossly insulted.
He knew very well, however, that the great city of Wu-chau lies upon the West River, and is not so far--as the crow flies--from the town of Pinglo, where Cheong-Chau was in the habit of smoking opium.