The servant nodded, fixing a pair of inscrutable eyes on Ned’s face as he did so.
“Very well,” was the reply. “Stand there by the door. How did this man gain entrance here?”
The only reply was a shrug of the shoulders.
“Let it pass for the present,” Lemon said, with a smile of triumph. “Stand there and shoot when I give the word.”
The servant nodded again. Ned remained seated, his eyes fixed coolly on the face of the master.
“Now, what do you want?” demanded Lemon. “You don’t look exactly like a common sneak thief.”
“You doubtless remember,” Ned began, in a level voice, “that I did myself the honor of calling at these rooms not long ago in quest of information of one—of one Felix Emory?”
Lemon started at the name, but gained confidence as he glanced toward the servant at the door.
“Yes, I remember,” he said. “What about it?”
There was a sharp ring at the corridor door before Ned spoke again. The Jap looked inquiringly at his master.