“Perhaps so.” Kenyon’s voice was cold and repellent; the Chinaman noticed it and drew slightly back.
“I merely wished to warn you, that is all. This is a matter of business. It will not do to introduce any entanglements or impediments. We have had enough of them.”
Kenyon nodded.
“I understand,” replied he. “But there is no need to warn me, as you call it. My eyes are clear enough to see what I must avoid.”
Farbush smiled grimly and nodded his head.
“I think we may safely trust you for that,” remarked he.
Kenyon looked at his watch.
“Is there anything else?” he asked, in a bored sort of way. “I really have very little time.”
“Nothing,” and Farbush laughed a little, “except that the girl threatened to proceed on her own account and in her own way, if she were not dealt with considerately.”
Kenyon fancied that he detected a shade of anxiety in the man’s laughing words; but he said nothing, allowing him to proceed.