“Describe the house,” he said succinctly. “Take your time and use your own words.”
Thereupon Mollie launched into a description of Sin Sin Wa’s opium-house. Kerry, his eyes fixed upon her face, listened silently. Then:
“These little rooms are really next door?” he asked.
“I suppose so, Inspector. We always went through the back of a cupboard!”
“Can you give me names of others who used this place?”
“Well”—Mollie hesitated—“poor Rita, of course and Sir Lucien. Then, Cyrus Kilfane used to go.”
“Kilfane? The American actor?”
“Yes.”
“H’m. He’s back in America, Sir Lucien is dead, and Mrs. Irvin is missing. Nobody else?”
Mollie shook her head.