“You Easterners fail to grasp the character of the Japanese,” he announced. “They are crafty, subtle, and are past masters in gaining their own way. Silent, unobtrusive, they live, plan, and accomplish, while we exist and ignore all signs of danger.”
McLane smiled. “I forgot your hobby for the moment,” he said. “Perhaps you can tell me if Tilghman ever aroused their antagonism by any anti-Japanese demonstration.”
“I believe Tilghman was among the first property owners to refuse to sell land to a Japanese because of his nationality,” he answered. “And it brought out a bitter attack against Tilghman in the press of Japan.”
“Pshaw! What’s a press attack?” and McLane laughed.
“Little in this country,” agreed Patterson. “But in Japan, where the press is censored, it is safe to bet that the Japanese government approved the attack upon Tilghman.”
“That would hardly prove a basis for murder,” mused McLane. “Why was Tilghman coming to Washington?”
“To visit you and your charming wife.” Patterson smiled ironically. “You are too modest, McLane; don’t always look for an ulterior motive when guests descend on you. I’m sorry if I bore you with my talk against the Japs; I’m rather full of it this afternoon, having argued the subject with Professor Norcross and Walter Ogden.”
“And what views do they hold in the matter?”
“Oh, the customary disbelief.” Patterson moved restlessly. “I’m surprised at Norcross, he’s broad-minded and up on affairs generally.”
“Where is Norcross stopping?”