“Are you sure of this?” demanded Brett, excitedly springing from his chair.
“Quite certain, sir. Mr. Winter’s mate followed him to the station, and told me who the Japanese was. Besides, no one could mistake him who had ever seen either of these two gentlemen.”
He indicated Robert and David.
“Quick,” shouted the barrister. “We must all catch the next train to Stowmarket. Winter, have you your handcuffs? This time they may be needed. Smith, run and call two hansoms.”
He rushed to a bureau and produced a couple of revolvers. He handed one to Holden.
“I can trust you,” he said, “not to fire without reason. Do not shoot to kill. If this man threatens the life of any person, maim him if possible, but try to avoid hitting him in the head or body.”
To the Frazers he handed the heaviest sticks he possessed. He himself pocketed the second revolver, and picked up the peculiar walking-stick which Ooma dropped in Northumberland Avenue.
“Now,” he said, “let us be off. We have no time to lose, and we must get to Beechcroft with the utmost speed.”
Winter and he entered the same hansom.
“Why are you so anxious to prevent Capella and Ooma meeting, sir?” asked the detective, as their vehicle sped along Victoria Street.