"It is. I believe there were other Chinamen on board that boat," was the detective's reply. "Perhaps this man Hwei came to the Abbey."
"He might have come," said Ainsleigh, carelessly.
"Or Tung-yu," went on Rodgers.
"No," said the Major who had kept silent all this time, but had observed everything, "it was not Tung-yu's day."
Rodgers turned on him. "What do you mean by that?"
The Major settled himself more comfortably in his chair. "I'll tell you my adventure at Canton first," he said, "and then you may understand. I can't get to the bottom of the matter myself, for why Lo-Keong should have a private god of good luck is more than I can tell."
The others looked at him, amazed at this queer speech. "What is this private god?" asked the detective.
"I don't know, save that it is called Kwang-ho."
Rupert started. "That was the god mentioned in the advertisement."
"Yes, so it was," replied the Major, quietly, "but just you wait and hear my story. It may lead to something being discovered."