“Thank you, Prince,” the Inspector answered, “I am perfectly well again. In fact, I have not felt anything of my little attack since.”
The Prince smiled.
“I am glad,” he said. “Next time you are good enough to pay me a visit, I will see that you do not suffer in the same way.”
He nodded kindly and rejoined his friends. The Inspector resumed his seat and busied himself with relighting his cigar. He purposely did not even glance at his companion.
“Who was that?” the doctor asked curiously. “Did you call him Prince?”
Inspector Jacks sighed. This was a disappointment to him!
“His name is Prince Maiyo,” he said slowly. “He is a Japanese.”
The doctor looked across the restaurant with puzzled face.
“It’s queer,” he said, “how all these Japanese seem to one to look so much alike, and yet—”
He broke off in the middle of his sentence.