“Accounts for his appearance, I suppose,” he murmured.
“Yes,” said Durham quietly. “He hadn't been in the water long enough to look like that.” He turned to the local officer. “Is there any theory as to the point at which he went in?”
“Well, an arrest has been made.”
“By whom? of whom?” rapped Kerry.
“Two constables patrolling the Chinatown area arrested a man for suspicious loitering. He turned out to be a well-known criminal—Jim Poland, with a whole list of convictions against him. They're holding him at Limehouse Station, and the theory is that he was operating with———” He nodded in the direction of the body.
“Then who's the smart with the swollen face?” inquired Kerry. “He's a new one on me.”
“Yes, but he's been identified by one of the K Division men. He is an American crook with a clean slate, so far as this side is concerned. Cohen is his name. And the idea seems to be that he went in at some point between where he was found by the river police and the point at which Jim Poland was arrested.”
Kerry snapped his teeth together audibly, and:
“I'm open to learn,” he said, “that the house of Huang Chow is within that area.”
“It is.”