He left the car at the side door of the restaurant and passed in.
“The lady is in No. 6,” said his personal servant, “she wishes to see you.”
There was no need for Yeh Ling to ask which lady. Only one had the right of entry to No. 6. He went straight to her, dusty as he was, and found Ursula Ardfern sitting before an untouched meal.
She was very pale and a shadow lay beneath her grey eyes.
She looked up quickly as he came in.
“Yeh Ling, did you read all the papers we found in the house?” she asked.
“Some of them,” he said cautiously.
“The other night you said that you had read them all,” she said reproachfully, “and you were not speaking the truth!”
He agreed with a gesture.
“There are so many,” he said, excusing himself, “and some are very difficult. Lady, you do not realize how many there were—”