“Yes, sir; but you got in first, with the big raid and spoiled it.”
Smith nodded grimly, glancing at the Scotland Yard man, who returned his nod with equal grimness.
“A couple of months ago,” resumed Burke, “he met Charlie again down East, and the Chinaman introduced him to a girl—some sort of an Egyptian girl.”
“Go on!” snapped Smith—“I know her.”
“He saw her a good many times—and she came here once or twice. She made out that she and Singapore Charlie were prepared to give away the boss of the Yellow gang—”
“For a price, of course?”
“I suppose so,” said Burke; “but I don’t know. I only know that I warned him.”
“H’m!” muttered Smith. “And now, what took place to-night?”
“He had an appointment here with the girl,” began Burke
“I know all that,” interrupted Smith. “I merely want to know, what took place after the telephone call?”