“You did not see the gentleman who was in the writing-room again.”
“Yes, I see him. He come upstairs there, outside my door, just after I get back to my room.”
“You left the door open then.”
“Yes. There was no air. It is what you call stuffy here. I see him go into writing-room.”
“And that was the last you saw of him?”
“Yes. But he stay in hotel. I see him later—days later—often times.”
“Then you would recognise him if you saw him. Is this he?” and Ellery passed a photograph of Carter Woodman to the Burmese.
“Yes, that he.” And then the Burmese smiled blandly and added, “And now you tell me why you wish know this.”
“I would rather not tell you just yet, Mr. Pu, if you will forgive me. All I can say is that what you have told me affects a man’s life.”
“You not want to tell me, you not tell me. But you help me get interview with Mr. Bernard Shaw. I help you. You help me. See?”