But for once his Oriental astuteness overreached, as has been seen. And to add to his discomfiture, he never again saw the copy of the Kwanlun, representing the virtue of the favourite wife.
“I am an honest man,” he said. “The tombs of my ancestors are not neglected. When I say I could not get it I speak the truth. But I believe I can get it later.”
“How?” asked Cunningham. They were in the office, or bureau, of the Astor House, which the 75 manager had turned over to them for the moment. “Remember, the arm of the British Government is long.”
Ling Foo shrugged.
“Being an honest man, I do not fear. She would have given it to me but for that officer. He knew something about jade.”
Cunningham nodded.
“Conceivably he would.” He jingled the gold in his pocket. “How do you purpose to get the beads?”
“Go to the lady’s room late. I left the jade with her. Alone, she will not resist. I saw it in her eyes. But it will be difficult.”
“I see. For you to get into the hotel late. I’ll arrange that with the manager. You will be coming to my room. What floor is her room on?”