“But as it happens it didn’t. He is a practical sort of a person, and takes very little for granted.”
“And the old man thought him a dreamer!” cried Farbush, opening his eyes.
“Did the old man really know him very well?” asked Kenyon, meaningly.
Farbush seemed struck by this.
“Well, no, perhaps not. But outside all else, yours is a splendid piece of news. It gives us so much more time; and time was the one thing which we sadly lacked.”
“What did you and he talk about?” asked Hong Yo.
“About many things, but nothing of much importance. I was satisfied to hold him safe.”
“Did he ask questions?”
“At the beginning he did little else. But I told him nothing.”
A hollow chuckle came from the Chinaman.