The Chinaman got up without hesitation, unlocked a small safe in the corner of the room and brought out a thick packet of papers.
“They are all there?” asked Carver, shooting a suspicious glance at the other.
“All except two,” was the cool reply, “one of which has reference to my interest in the Golden Roof and that is with my lawyer—”
“And the other?” asked the detective.
“That deals with matters of a sacred nature,” said Yeh Ling in that precise English that sounded almost affected.
Carver bit his lip.
“You know that this is the document I particularly want?” he asked.
“I guessed that,” was the reply. “Nevertheless, Mr. Carver, I cannot give it to you, and if you know so much,” for a second a ghost of a smile lit his brown eyes, “then you will know why it is not forthcoming.”
“Does Miss Ardfern know?”
Yeh Ling shook his head.