“Jiru Siko, you are a true friend if ever there was one!” ejaculated Gilbert, catching the brown hand of the little Japanese. “How soon do you expect to start from here?”
“To-morrow night.”
“I’d like to get my traveling bag, if not my trunk.”
The Japanese looked puzzled for a moment.
“Bad work get bag, Russians look for Master Pennington at hotel—keep spy, get bag, catch quick, maybe.”
“You mean they may have a spy watching for my return?”
Jiru Siko nodded. “All city full of spies now,” he added.
“I believe you. Nevertheless, I’ll see if I can’t get the bag and a few other things. Herr Schaumberg will do what he can for me, I know.”
The matter was talked over for a short while longer, and then it was decided that Gilbert should try to reach the German hotel as soon as it got dark. He was to get back to the Chinese furniture shop by the following evening, and then set out with Jiru Siko and some others for the ship.