“A birdcage?”
“Yes!”
He caught the gleam of her eyes as she looked up at him out of the shadow.
“Is he, then, a bird-fancier?”
“No, no, I can't explain because I don't understand myself. But Ah Fu goes to a place in Shadwell regularly and buys young birds, always very young ones and very little ones.”
“For what or for whom?”
“I don't know.”
“Have you an aviary in your house?”
“No.”
“Do you mean that they disappear, these purchases of Ah Fu's?”