“Perhaps of the things you mean—yes. But what of the others?”
Kenyon gestured indifferently; he drew a case from his pocket and lighted a cigarette.
“Do I understand that you are blaming me for this state of affairs?” he asked, evenly.
“He is right,” said Hong Yo, quickly interrupting Farbush, as he was about to reply to this. “Mr. Kenyon has had nothing to do with the side of the matter to which you refer. That is, and has been, entirely in our own hands from the beginning.”
Kenyon was delighted to hear this; but he concealed any facial manifestation of it by throwing up a dense cloud of smoke between them. But Farbush seemed impatient.
“I am not trying to fix responsibility, but merely making a statement of facts,” declared he. “We are all together in this, and each, I hope, is eager for success. So it is well, if anything slips, to make it known.”
“I quite approve of that,” said Kenyon, with candor. “But just what is it that the girl has discovered, or been told?”
Farbush nodded toward the room which they had left a short time before.
“She came here with him, for one thing; and she knows that my private safe contains matter of consequence.”
“Oh!”