"But," broke in Olivia perplexed. "Dr. Forge told my husband that the whole amount was eighteen thousand, of which ten thousand belonged to him and eight thousand to Rupert."
"Dr. Forge places the money obtained from the mine at a low figure," said the Chinaman smiling, "what the amount is, I shall tell you later. Meanwhile I must explain the intrigue which led to your father's murder----"
"Ah," Rupert leaped to his feet, "then he was murdered."
"He was--by the emissary of Hop Sing. Be calm, Mr. Ainsleigh, and be seated. Your father died quietly enough by strangulation----"
"What. Was he killed in the same way as Miss Wharf?"
Lo-Keong bowed his stately head, "Yes, and by the same person----"
"Tung-yu," cried Olivia starting to her feet in her turn.
"Exactly, Mrs. Ainsleigh. I know that Tung-yu strangled Mr. Markham Ainsleigh, and I believe that he strangled your aunt."
Rupert sat down on the sofa and drew his wife down beside him. "But Tung-yu was the man who was to buy the fan----"
"Quite so." Lo-Keong folded and unfolded the fan calmly. "You know of the god Kwang-ho."