"I don't know. He's a queer sort."
"Into a Chinaman's shop in Lower George Street. A fellow named Lin Soo. A beastly-looking Johnnie. I wonder what he went there for?"
Garry was glad Glen was not looking at him or he might have seen his agitation and wondered at it.
"He knows a lot of curious people," he answered. "Probably he went to buy tea."
"It wasn't a tea shop, although that is what Lin Soo pretends it is. I expect, from what Bill said, it's an opium den, or worse."
"There are lots of 'em in Sydney," said Garry with an assumption of carelessness.
"Plenty in that quarter. They ought to root the whole lot out. It wouldn't be a bad job if the places were burned down."
Glen went out, mounted, and had a parting word with Garry, who said, "Remember what I told you about Bellshaw. There's something wrong with him, I'm certain."
"In what way?"
"He talks a bit wild, and seems to have something on his mind; he sees things," and he told Glen about the verandah incident. "I put it down to the spree he'd probably been on in Sydney."