"What fan?" asked Olivia looking at him.
Rupert laughed. "I forgot you don't know." He took the slip of paper from his pocket-book and lighting a match he read the description of the fan. "I went up to the place," he continued dropping the lucifer, "and saw a Chinaman, Tung-yu--"
"What," said Olivia starting, "why that is the man Mr. Walker is going to bring to the ball. He's a clerk in the firm of Kum-gum-Li and Company."
"That's strange. I thought he was the keeper of the Joss house in Perry Street, Whitechapel. Humph! Does Walker know of the fan?"
"I don't know. But he knows this Tung-yu, and I think, so does Mr. Burgh. He seemed much annoyed when he heard the name."
"What about?"
"I can't say. And Rupert. Mr. Burgh speaks Chinese--"
"He must be very clever then for I hear it is a most awful language to get hold of. Was Burgh ever in China?"
"Yes. He brought the fan from that place?"
"Fan." Rupert turned round sharply, "what fan?"