“I'm looking for him.”
“What!”
“Oh! he's about somewhere,” Dan assured her confidently.
“But, but——” She was gazing at him wide-eyed, “Didn't he send you here?”
“You bet he didn't,” returned young Kerry. “I came here on my own accord, and when I go you're coming with me. I can't make out how you got here, anyway. Do you know whose house this is?”
“Oh, I do, I do!”
“Whose?”
“It belongs to a man called Chada.”
“Chada? Never heard of him. But I mean, what part of London is it in?”
“Whatever do you mean? It is in Limehouse, I believe. I don't understand. You came here.”