“She will not escape,” answered a soft, Oriental voice, in the clearest English. “Your American girls like my Chinese harem. She will stay from preference after she becomes acquainted.”
“Or after you have made her your wife, you mean,” said Jack Green, with a laugh. “Well, I’m telling you right now—this girl is a beauty.”
“I must see her before I pay,” said the voice again. “Wait here; I will go in; if I like her, you shall have your money.”
“I agree to that,” was Jack Green’s quick answer, “but don’t expect a tame bird, Chi-Lung, for Marion Marlowe is a wild one!”
“I will find a way to tame her,” said the oily voice. There was silence after that, and Marion clenched her hands in fury.
“Listen!”
Jack Green spoke suddenly and in evident alarm.
There was a commotion of some kind above her head. Marion listened intently as she crouched in the semi-darkness.
“Some trouble in the laundry,” said the musical voice. “A great scheme, that laundry in the front of this building.”
“Nevertheless that noise sounds serious,” said Green, again.