The eye of Sin Sin Wa turned momentarily in her direction, but otherwise he did not stir a muscle.
“Are you ready for us, Sin?” asked Sir Lucien.
“All ready. Lola hate gotchee topside loom ready,” replied the Chinaman in a soft, crooning voice.
“Go ahead, Kilfane,” directed Sir Lucien.
He glanced at Rita, who was standing very near him, surveying the evil little room and its owner with ill-concealed disgust.
“This is merely the foyer, Rita,” he said, smiling slightly. “The state apartments are upstairs and in the adjoining house.”
“Oh,” she murmured—and no more.
Kilfane and Mollie Gretna were passing through the inner doorway, and Mollie turned.
“Isn’t it loathsomely delightful?” she cried.
“Smartest leg in Buenos Ayres!” shrieked the raven. “Sin Sin, Sin Sin!”