“One moment, miss, one moment,” said Kerry, keeping an iron control upon himself. “What is the name of Mrs. Sin’s husband?”
“Oh, let me think! I can always remember it by recalling the croak of the raven.” She raised one hand to her brow, posing reflectively, and began to murmur:
“Sin Sin Ah... Sin Sin Jar... Sin Sin—Oh! I have it! Sin Sin Wa!”
“Good!” rapped Kerry, and made a note on the block. “Sin Sin Wa, and he has a pet raven, you say, who talks?”
“Who positively talks like some horrid old woman!” cried Mollie. “He has only one eye.”
“The raven?”
“The raven, yes—and also the Chinaman.”
“What!”
“Oh! it’s a nightmare to behold them together!” declared Mollie, clasping her hands and bending forward.
She was gaining courage, and now looked almost boldly into the fierce eyes of the Chief Inspector.