Sago looked worried.
“Where you get him?” he asked excitedly, touching the letter with his hand.
“I found it on the stage of that theatre after the row last night,” said O’Neil placidly. “I was goin’ to hand it to Mr. Perry, but he got away before I could slip it to him on the quiet.”
O’Neil had made up his mind to know more of the movements of Randall, and with this intention in mind he placed himself deliberately in his path on the station platform when the train had arrived at Yokohama, a good-natured smile on his Irish face.
Randall appeared nervously apprehensive as he gazed about him, while his older companion and the half-breed servant hurried ahead in the direction of the entrance to the station.
“Going away?” O’Neil asked shortly, falling into step at Randall’s side.
“Taking a little trip for my health,” was the answer.
“Where you going?” O’Neil insisted.
Randall turned upon him, an angry frown on his face.
“I don’t see, stranger, as that’s any of your concern,” he replied shortly.