“One meets with cases of singular devotion in unexpected quarters sometimes,” he said.
“You mean that the woman inflicted the wound upon herself in order———”
“To save old Kwen Lung—exactly! It's marvellous.”
“Good heavens!” I exclaimed. “And the window?”
“Oh! it was broken right enough—by two drunken sailormen fighting in the court outside! Sash and everything smashed to splinters.”
He began irritably to pace the carpet again.
“It must have been a devil of a fight!” he added savagely.
“Meanwhile,” said I, “where is old Kwen Lung hiding?”
“But more particularly,” cried Harley, “where has he hidden the poor victim? Come along, Knox! I'm going down there for a final look round.”
“Of course the premises are being watched?”