The others agreed with the Mandarin’s reasoning; then A-lu-te and Gregory gave their respective theories to account for the Princess’s disappearance. Neither of the Chinamen could produce any third hypothesis, and both of them inclined to A-lu-te’s as the most likely; but they had not been arguing the pros and cons for long when Wu-ming returned with the daily woman.
Her name was Lubsitch. She was of Lithuanian extraction, middle-aged, wooden-faced and of low intelligence. The Chinese treated her with patient courtesy and promised a generous reward if she could give them any fresh information worth working on, but she persisted that she had already told Mr. Kâo Hsüan all she knew about the Août household.
Wu-ming Loo did most of the questioning and, having told her of the love letters, asked her about visitors to the apartment; but she had come there only for two hours in the mornings, and declared that she had never answered the door to anyone except tradesmen and touts who were trying to sell things on the ‘never-never’ system. Neither of the ladies had ever told her anything about their private affairs and she had no idea at all who Josephine’s two suitors might be; so, after pressing a five dollar bill into her moist palm, Wu-ming sent her about her business.
Since it now seemed that they could learn no more at the apartment, Wu-ming proposed that they should all lunch with him at his hotel, and over the meal discuss the next steps to be taken. A-lu-te begged to be excused, on the plea that she wished to buy some American clothes before appearing in such a public place, and asked Gregory to act as her escort until it was time for them to return to the ship. The others endeavoured to persuade her to change her mind, and Gregory told her that even in a creation by Dior or Balmain no Chinese woman looked so soigné and attractive as she did in her national costume; but she proved adamant. So at the entrance of the block of flats the party split up and, having secured a taxi, Gregory took her down to the city’s smartest shopping centre.
From that hour onward A-lu-te gave little thought to the search for the Princess. A new world had opened to her and she threw herself into its delights with a reckless abandon engendered by her years of pent-up longing. Until they were actually launched among the luxury shops and great department stores, Gregory had never realised how utterly strange life in a big city would appear to her. From books, radio talks and magazines she knew a great deal about the United States in theory, but even the pictures of buildings, streets, homes, clothes and people had not prepared her for the bewildering crowds, the flashing-past of hundreds of cars and lorries, the ceaseless noise, and the desperate urgency that seemed to inspire every form of activity. Until that morning she had never driven in an automobile, been up in an elevator or heard a loudspeaker. To her the smell of the throngs hurrying along the pavements was both noticeable and surprisingly unpleasant, but her mind was largely distracted from it by amazement at the immense variety of goods displayed in the shop windows, and having frequently to ask Gregory the use of various articles that she had never previously seen.
She had come ashore with a wad of hundred dollar bills, and when Gregory saw the rate at which she was disposing of them he remonstrated with her; but she only laughed and assured him that if she spent as much every day for a month that would still not exhaust the sum that her father had placed at her disposal. Even so, it was only with the greatest difficulty that he dissuaded her from buying everything that took her fancy, on the plea that if only she would be a little patient she would almost certainly find things she liked better when they had had time to inspect the goods in other shops.
He was wearing a light suit of tussore that had been made up for him in the island and, knowing the scantiness of his wardrobe, as soon as she had satisfied her immediate craving for a collection of smart Western clothes she made him take her to the best men’s shops, where she insisted on his acquiring a complete new outfit and being measured for several suits. Her generosity did not end there either, as she bought expensive presents for her maid and all her friends aboard the yacht. Then, much to his surprise in view of her normally intellectual recreations, a mechanical bear in a toy shop having caught her eye she went in and bought it, and after it a dozen other playthings of a similar nature, emitting little squeals of childish delight as the assistant made them display their clockwork antics for her.
Only the closing of the shops put a temporary end to her spending, and although they had not eaten since breakfast it was not until they got back with their mountain of parcels to the yacht that either of them realised that they were at all tired or hungry.
Gregory had derived the same type of fun from their expedition as one gets from taking a child to the pantomime for the first time, and so absorbed had he been that not once during the day had he thought of Erika. It was not until he was getting into bed that night that she came into his mind as a graceful presence, rather than a reproach, and he felt now that she would be glad that the sights and sounds of the city had not re-aroused his useless longing for her.
However, it occurred to him that he ought to let others know of the tragedy that had overtaken Sir Pellinore’s party, and of his own survival; so after breakfast the following morning he wrote to his solicitor in London, giving a full account of the yacht’s sinking. He still felt no desire to take up the broken threads of his old life, and doubted if he would ever wish to do so, but as a precaution against his estate being dispersed in his absence he added that even should he not write again for many years his death was not to be presumed except on the production of irrefutable evidence.
By the time he had finished his letter, A-lu-te was impatiently waiting for him to accompany her ashore. She was dressed in some of her new clothes and, although he secretly felt that her head looked as if it did not belong to her body, he good-humouredly complimented her on her turn-out. Half an hour later it transpired that she was perfectly well aware of the unsatisfactory contrast, and had already dedided to spend her morning in a beauty parlour. Having found one that was obviously patronised by wealthy women she asked him to call for her later and take her to lunch at one of the big hotels; so he bought a number of papers and periodicals and whiled away the next few hours sitting on a bench in the park, bringing himself up to date with the international situation.
When he collected her at one o’clock he was pleasantly surprised. They had made no endeavour to disguise the fact that she was Chinese, but by clever make-up had made her skin appear whiter and her cheeks a delicate pink. They had also thinned her thick eyebrows and done her hair in a different style, so that she appeared quite Westernised and very attractive. Gregory teased her about the admiring glances she received as they went in to lunch, and she pretended that they embarrassed her, but he could tell from the brightness of her long almond-shaped eyes that the interest she had aroused filled her with delight. After the meal he took her to her first movie. She sat through it enthralled, and when they returned to the yacht she was much more anxious to tell the others about her exciting day than to hear the result of their inquiries about the Princess.
Actually they had only negative results to report. The law school from which the student had written was attended by more than a score of young Chinese, and now, during the long vacation, they were scattered; some doing temporary jobs in holiday resorts to earn their fees, others on walking tours or visits to Eastern cities; so it would only be possible to find and interview a few of them. The professor who had been left in charge of the college had no more than a nodding acquaintance with the Chinese students and the only hope he could render was to instruct the office to furnish a list of their home addresses.
The occupants of flats on the same landing as the Aoûts had been tactfully questioned, but could throw no fresh light on the two-month-old mystery, or give any information which might help in identifying Josephine’s elderly suitor.
The police Captain of the district had already forgotten the case, but got out the file on it to refresh his memory. Madame Août had been knocked down by a black Ford sedan at twelve-twenty, when crossing the road to re-enter her block of flats after doing her morning’s shopping. The car had not stopped and they had failed to trace it, so no prosecution had ensued. The lady had been taken to the St Ignatius hospital and died from her injuries shortly after admission. Her daughter had been reported as missing the following day, but there had been no suggestion of foul play in connection with the girl’s disappearance, so no special effort had been made to find her. Her name and description had been passed to the Bureau of Missing Persons, but no information about her had been received.
The Captain had added that after this lapse of time it was now unlikely that any would come in. He then went on to say that thousands of people were reported missing each year, and by far the highest proportion of cases concerned young women. White-slaving accounted for only a very small proportion and most disappearances were carefully prepared beforehand. The commonest causes were secret love affairs with men who were already married, a desire to take up some career of which the parents disapproved, and revolt against restricted liberty, crowded conditions, or having to hand over the greater part of earnings to the head of the family. Since none of the latter circumstances fitted the case of Josephine Août, all the odds were that of her own free will she had gone to live with some man, probably in another city. Anyway, there was nothing further the police could do in the matter.
This series of culs-de-sac had been more or less anticipated and plans were already in hand for an attempt to break them down. The following morning an advertisement was to appear in the leading Californian papers offering a thousand dollars’ reward for information which would lead to Josephine being found. All Madame Août’s acquaintances and all the Chinese students at the law school who were still in San Francisco or its vicinity were to be interviewed.
A-lu-te listened to all this with ill-concealed impatience, then boldly tackled her uncle on a matter that she had been meditating for a good part of the afternoon. Lunching with Gregory at the Fairmont had inspired in her the wish to dine and dance there, but she had no chaperon and was rather doubtful if she would be allowed to go ashore at night without one.
Easy-going as Kâo was by nature, his reaction proved far from favourable, but Wu-ming Loo at once took up the cudgels on her behalf. He argued that when away from the island none of them continued to observe its customs, and that since the Council had given permission for A-lu-te to come to San Francisco it was only reasonable that while there she should be allowed to behave like an American girl.
Gregory had already noticed that since A-lu-te’s return from her beauty treatment the young Chinaman could hardly keep his widely-spaced eyes off her, and that he was not disinterested in championing her cause he showed a moment later by saying to Kâo:
‘Unfortunately I do not dance; but given your honourable permission I should be most happy to take the lady A-lu-te to dinner and a theatre tomorrow night, if she will allow me to do so.’
After brief consideration Kâo replied, ‘As I am responsible to her father I do not think I can agree to that, or that she should go ashore at night accompanied only by Mr. Sallust. But I would raise no objection to her going if she were escorted by both of you.’
A-lu-te accepted this solution with delight, and Wu-ming with the best grace he could muster, while Gregory was secretly amused by the thought that he might soon have to play gooseberry.
As matters developed during the following week, it became clear that he was not to be called on to do so. Wu-ming made no secret of the fact that he had fallen in love with A-lu-te, but although she always treated him kindly, she could not altogether conceal that she preferred Greg-gory. About that Gregory was sorry, as he felt that the new life on which she had entered would entirely unfit her for a return to the island, and that when she had to do so there would be less chance than ever of her finding a suitable husband or settling down happily there. On the other hand, if only she could fall for Wu-ming, what could have been more suitable? As the Council had given her permission to go abroad they would certainly not oppose her remaining there if she married Wu-ming. Her unusual intelligence and passion for Western civilisation would make her the perfect wife for the island’s Export Manager. She would prove a great asset to him in his work, and he would be able to provide her with a life of elegance and culture in one after another of all the great cities she longed to see.
With this in mind Gregory did all he could to further Wu-ming’s suit, but the Chinaman evidently believed the goodwill he displayed to be only feigned and, with little cause, soon began to show signs of the most bitter jealousy. Each evening they went to a cinema or play, then on to Marsalli’s, the 365 Club, or one of the big hotels on Nob Hill to dine and dance. Gregory had always danced passably well and from their first evening out A-lu-te had taken to it like a duck to water. So keen on it had she become that she would rarely let a number pass, which meant that from ten o’clock till one in the morning, or later, Wu-ming spent the greater part of the time sitting morosely alone at their table.
Had Gregory in fact been his rival he would have been at a further disadvantage from A-lu-te’s spending her days alone with the Englishman; and, believing him to be so, he began to make pretexts to neglect the business of searching for the Princess, so that he could accompany the two of them on their sightseeing expeditions and trips to the beaches.
Gregory would not have minded that if only the Chinaman had not shown his jealousy so openly, and on two occasions he even suggested to A-lu-te that she should go shopping or bathing alone with her smitten compatriot. But unfortunately for Wu-ming his lack of success with her had made him nervous, gloomy and tongue-tied whenever they were together, so she had come to regard him as a bore, and would not hear of the idea.
The situation was aggravated by her refusal when he asked her to spend a day alone with him on a trip down to Monterey Bay, and from that point a further deterioration in their relations followed. He was so dominated by his passion that he could not bring himself to stop going about with them, although she now made it plain that his presence was no longer welcome. His cringing desire to please brought out the very worst in her, and Gregory’s attempts to pour oil on the troubled waters earned him only angry looks from both parties. In consequence he was by no means sorry when circumstances enabled him to put an end to the three of them being throw together daily, at all events for a time.
They had been in San Francisco for over a fortnight when one morning after breakfast Tsai-Ping asked Gregory to step into his cabin. On the rare occasions when they were alone together they always spoke German, as that was the European tongue in which the Mandarin was most fluent. Having waved Gregory to a chair, he said in that language:
‘Mr. Sallust, I am much worried by the lack of progress we make in our search for the Princess.’
Gregory knew that the advertisement had produced only two replies both of which had been try-outs to secure a share of the reward by supplying bogus information, and that nothing of any value had emerged from any other source; so he nodded sympathetically.
The Mandarin went on, ‘I have myself interviewed all the Chinese students of the law school who can be traced and are spending their vacation within two-hundred miles or so of this city, and drawn a blank with all of them. More than two months must elapse before the vacation is over and the others will return. My colleagues are not proving as helpful as I could wish. Mr. Kâo Hsüan told me that he had contacted all Madame Août’s acquaintances and tradespeople, yet learned nothing of value from them. Knowing his somewhat irresponsible disposition I felt entitled to doubt his perseverance in this matter; so I ordered my nephew to assist him. Perhaps between them they have fulfilled their assignment, but their conduct makes me inclined to doubt it. After the first week our friend Kâo no longer sought to disguise the boredom which afflicts him while making such inquiries. He takes a great delight in gambling and he makes no secret of the fact that for several nights past the dawn has found him still playing Faro with old cronies of his in the Chinese quarter. In consequence, he now spends most of each day in sleep. Young Wu-ming, as you must be aware, has found another and even more potent distraction, which renders him equally unhelpful in our quest. As far as possible I am now checking up on their results, but in certain cases my indifferent English proves a severe handicap, and to make sure that they have left no known activity of Madame Août’s uninvestigated will take me a considerable time.’
As the earnest, bespectacled Chinaman paused, Gregory felt quite sorry for him, so he said: ‘Perhaps I could be of help as your interpreter. If so I will tell the lady A-lu-te that I intend to place myself at your disposal.’
Tsai-Ping rose to his feet, and with his hands buried in the wide sleeves of his gown bowed from the waist. ‘Since this affair is no concern of yours, your offer does you much credit; but I will admit that it was not altogether unexpected. When I sponsored the lady A-lu-te’s request that you should accompany us on this mission, I did so in the belief that we could count on your goodwill and that if we came up against difficulties it might prove a valuable asset to us. However, I had in mind something rather more than your acting as an interpreter.’
Gregory had begun to be intrigued, so he replied with a smile, ‘If you will tell me what you wish to do, providing it is nothing against my conscience I will willingly attempt it.’
‘I thank you.’ Tsai-Ping bowed again. ‘Although you have said little about yourself, it has become clear to us that you are a person of some consequence in your own country; also that you have paid previous visits to the United States. That being so it is reasonable to assume that you must have made contact while here with at least a few people who are not altogether without influence. For us, as private individuals, the police will make no further move; we are in no situation to invoke the help of Portuguese diplomats, or those who now misrepresent the Chinese people, and to employ private detectives would be to risk their learning something that might lead them to take a most unwelcome interest in affairs which we wish to keep secret. Do you think that, while continuing to respect the confidence we have placed in you to disclose nothing about our island, you could persuade friends of yours in the United States to exert sufficient pressure in official circles to have the Août case re-opened, and a nation-wide search instituted for this young woman who is of such importance to us?’
‘I can promise nothing,’ Gregory said slowly. ‘But I used to be on very friendly terms with several Americans who have quite a bit of pull. If I’m to do any good it would mean my contacting them personally, though; so I’d have to go to Washington.’
The Mandarin’s thin lips drew back in one of his rare smiles, as he murmured, ‘Personal contacts in the capital itself were more than I dared to hope for, Mr. Sallust. I will have a seat booked for you on tomorrow’s aircraft. Even should your mission prove a failure we shall still owe you our gratitude for this endeavour.’
Gregory had expected A-lu-te to show annoyance when he informed her that he would have to desert her, but when he told her the reason she took the matter quite philosophically, and said:
‘Were I not convinced that the Princess is living happily somewhere with her young student, I would not have shown such indifference to the search for her and given myself up entirely to selfish pleasures. But, of course, it is of great importance to our people that she should be found, and knowing the Mandarin Tsai-Ping’s persistent nature I felt certain that he would succeed in tracing her sooner or later. It has been my good fortune that he has not asked your help before, but now he has it is only right that I should endorse his request and wish you good fortune.’
‘Thanks.’ He smiled. ‘I’m glad you feel that way about it, although for the time being it will put an end to our jolly evenings, and I’m afraid you’ll have to make do with Wu-ming as an escort if you want to go ashore. Anyhow, this is a lucky break for him, and as I’ve told you several times you may find him much more entertaining with me out of the way.’
She made a little grimace. ‘Perhaps. But knowing the time I had to enjoy myself here was limited, I should have been a fool to sacrifice any of it to him as long as you were available.’
‘That is a charming compliment.’
‘You may take it as one if you wish; but it is simply that I am never bored in your company whereas I always am in his. Still, rather than not bathe at all I shall let him take me to some of the beaches. How long do you expect to be away?’
‘Probably only for a few days. I shall return here as soon as I have succeeded in getting an inquiry going, and as the inquiry is bound to take some time you’ve no need to fear that your stay in San Francisco is likely to end for quite a while yet.’
With this consolation A-lu-te, accompanied by Wu-ming who had suddenly become all smiles, saw him off at the airport the following morning.
In Washington Gregory spent three nights, and thoroughly enjoyed the change of again being in the society of people of his own kind. He had rather dreaded that, and had not intended to look up any old friends except those he would have to see in connection with his mission; but he ran into a couple he knew within a few minutes of landing at the airport, and with typical American hospitality they carried him off to their home in Rock Creek Park instead of letting him go to an hotel. As they had never met Erika he said nothing of his loss, and told them only that for some months past he had been living on a South Sea island to which he intended to return. Then, from that evening onward, he found himself involved in a succession of parties which gave him no time to brood over the past.
On undertaking his mission he had realised at once that it was a matter for the F.B.I.; but his work had never brought him into contact with any of its senior officials, so he intended to make his request through one or other of his war-time associates in the O.S.S. His first choice was that famous chief of the United States cloak and dagger men, Colonel Bill Donovan, but he found that the Colonel was not in Washington; so he rang up the Secretary of State’s brother, Alan Dulles, whom he had known when the American was directing underground operations in Germany from Switzerland.
Mr. Dulles gave him an appointment for next day and received him most cordially. Although Gregory did not actually say so he allowed it to be inferred that he was still acting as the confidential agent of very highly-placed persons in Britain; so Mr. Dulles tactfully refrained from asking his reasons for wishing to have Josephine Août traced, and said that he would take up the matter in the proper quarter. The following morning a note arrived for Gregory from the headquarters of the F.B.I., informing him that a Mr. Edgar C. Grace of their San Francisco office would be dealing with the matter in which he was interested; so after one more hectic evening in Washington he took a plane for the West.
The day after his return he called on Mr. Grace, who had the appearance of a mild middle-aged professor, but proved to be brisk and business-like. As soon as Gregory was seated he tapped a folder on his desk, and said:
‘Mr. Sallust, this is the file on Josephine Août. Headquarters have instructed us to find her for you without prying into your personal affairs. That bars me from asking you any questions; but it would be to your own interest to put us wise about what’s cooking as far as you can. The more we know about her background, the sooner we’re likely to be able to hand you her present address.’
To this sound sense Gregory readily responded, giving particulars of Josephine’s life as far as he knew it, and an account of the contents of the love letters found in her room. Then he gave the yacht as his address and returned to it.
With the sole exception of Wu-ming, everyone had been pleased to see him back, and now he could report that the F.B.I. had actually taken matters in hand on instructions from the highest level, they all showered him with compliments and thanks. As nothing further could be done but await the result of the F.B.I. inquiry, the passengers in the yacht quickly reverted to the life they had been leading before Gregory’s trip to Washington.
During the week that followed A-lu-te, Gregory and Wu-ming spent many hours each day together, often hardly separating from the time they came out of their cabins in the morning until well after midnight, but the relations between them were no easier. As A-lu-te had treated Wu-ming with a little more consideration during Gregory’s absence his return had the effect of still further increasing the Chinaman’s hostility towards him. At length a point was reached where Wu-ming, goaded by his unhappy passion, so far forgot his upbringing as to be actually rude, upon which Gregory told A-lu-te that unless her compatriot was prepared to mend his manners he would not accompany them ashore again. Since that would have meant an end to their dinners and dancing A-lu-te flew into a fine rage, and so scarified Wu-ming with her tongue about his ungentlemanly behaviour that he positively grovelled. After that he managed to conceal his feelings by a smooth civility, but Gregory felt certain that beneath it his humiliation had aroused in him the sort of fanatical hatred of which only an Oriental is capable.
It was two days after this explosion that Gregory received a note from Edgar C. Grace, asking him to call. When he did so the F.B.I. chief said:
‘Well, Mr. Sallust, you certainly gave my boys a hard nut to crack. But I’ve news for you, although I’m afraid it’s not very good news. You’ll know what a Tong is, of course?’
Gregory nodded. ‘Yes; it’s a Chinese secret society!’
‘That’s so. And some of them are so secret that the penalty exacted from a member who talks out of turn is death. Naturally those sort of rules make it difficult for us to keep abreast with their activities, and they are by no means always criminal ones at that. In their aspect as funeral clubs, benevolents, and that sort of thing they do quite a piece of good among their own people; so generally speaking, as long as they keep within reasonable limits we leave them alone. But we usually have enough stuff up our sleeves to crack down on them if necessary, and this may be such a time. Josephine Août was snatched within an hour of her mother’s death on the orders of a gentleman named Quong-Yü, and he’s the boss of the most powerful Tong in S.F.’s Chinatown.’
‘It looks then as if he is the wealthy man who wanted to marry her?’
‘Could be; but Quong has the pick of the girls in half a dozen tea houses. I’d say it’s more likely that some other old boy paid him handsomely to pull this young Josephine in.’
‘I take it you’ve no idea at all where she may be at present?’
‘No; none. But I don’t doubt Quong could tell us.’
‘What’s the drill now, then?’
Edgar C. Grace stubbed out the butt of a very black cigar, before replying. ‘If you wish us to continue handling the matter, Mr. Sallust, we will. But the moment Quong learns that the F.B.I. is gunning for him he’ll move heaven and earth to cover up. He’ll fear we’re out to pin a kidnapping charge on him, and that is now a very serious matter in this State; so maybe he’d outsmart us and we’d get nowhere. If he’s got the girl himself in one of his houses, rather than risk us catching him with the goods he might kill her and feed her body to the sharks.’
Having paused to light a fresh cigar the F.B.I. chief went on: ‘It’s common knowledge that on the yacht in which you are living everyone else is Chinese. You may take it as certain that some of them will know Quong-Yü, or anyhow all about him. My advice is that this is where you let me toss the ball back to you. Get these Chinese friends of yours to make a date for you with Quong. Maybe they are as interested in this girl as you are, but that’s not my affair. With or without you, they stand a much better chance of getting Quong to produce Josephine Août than I do. He has nothing to fear from them, and if he has handed her over to someone else all the odds are that he’ll be perfectly willing to have her snatched again for a good sum down in cash.’
Gregory nodded. ‘I’m sure that’s sound advice, but there is just one snag we may come up against. Say he is the old boy referred to in the letters, then the fact that he was pressing the girl to marry him shows that he must have been pretty goofy about her. From that it follows that if he has got her he now regards her as the apple of his eye; so he wouldn’t part with her for all the tea in China.’
‘I doubt your premises, Mr. Sallust; but if they’re right you’ve certainly got something there. Say it does pan out that way, we’ve still got a shot in the locker. As I’ve already told you, we always keep enough stuff on the Tong bosses to make things mighty unpleasant for them if we want to. If Quong refuses to give—denies all knowledge of the girl—just tell him you’re a friend of mine and that if he continues to be uncommunicative I may have to take an interest in the use to which he is putting his lamp shop.’
‘Thanks a lot, Mr. Grace,’ Gregory grinned, as he stood up and shook hands. ‘Your help has been invaluable.’
When he got back to the yacht he found the others all sitting on the after-deck waiting to hear the result of his interview. As soon as he had told them, Wu-ming said quickly, ‘I know Mr. Quong-Yü, so you had better leave this business in my hands. I will telephone this afternoon and ask when it will be convenient for him to see me.’
Kâo raised a plump hand. ‘Young man, you go too fast. I have known Quong-Yü for many years so I am much better fitted to come to an amicable understanding with him.’
‘I at the interview must be,’ Tsai-Ping announced quietly.
‘Honourable One,’ Kâo said, turning towards him. ‘Permit me to observe that agreement is always easier to reach when each side is represented by only one person.’
‘Whoever goes, I go also,’ the Mandarin declared with a cold finality.
‘I have no wish to butt in,’ Gregory remarked. ‘But surely you don’t intend to offer Quong-Yü a whacking great ransom for the Princess when there is a good chance that you can frighten him into producing her for nothing. If he is to be threatened, though, as I am the only one among you who knows Mr. Edgar C. Grace only I can use threats effectively; so you’ll have to take me with you.’
‘That is good sense,’ A-lu-te commented. ‘And as the Honourable One desires to accompany either my Uncle Kâo or Wu-ming, why should not all four of you go?’
As the bottom had already been knocked out of Kâo’s proposition that matters could best be handled by a single negotiator, her proposal was agreed to, and Tsai-Ping asked Kâo to arrange a meeting for them with Quong-Yü that evening if possible.
All of them spent the afternoon in the city, but returned to the yacht at tea time to learn if Kâo had been successful. He was still absent and did not rejoin them till nearly eight o’clock. He then excused his lateness by saying that he had been unable to get Quong-Yü on the telephone until half-past seven; and added that Quong could not see them that night, but would receive them the following afternoon between four and five o’clock.
Next morning, A-lu-te, Gregory and Wu-ming went ashore together as usual, but with much reluctance the latter excused himself from bathing and lunching with the others on the plea that he had to try to catch up with his business affairs. Then at a quarter to four the whole party met at the dock, A-lu-te returned to the yacht and the four men set off together for Quong-Yü’s.
They had no great distance to go, as San Francisco’s Chinatown lies down near the waterfront, and they were walking up its main boulevard before Gregory realised that they had entered it. He had expected a warren of narrow twisting streets and noisome alleys, with cotton-clad celestials hawking vegetables on the pavements and furtively sidling into low doorways. In the past the quarter had presented just such a picture, but now it consisted of fine modern blocks. The shops differed little from those in other business districts, most of their signs being in English, and the great majority of its inhabitants were wearing American clothes. The only striking indication of its individuality was that the city council had tactfully adorned it with tall lamp-posts of Chinese design that had tops like small pagodas.
After walking a few hundred yards up Grant Avenue, they turned down a side street, then along a narrow canyon-like thoroughfare that was flanked on both sides by warehouses. Half-way down it the road was blocked by a lorry, into which several crates of bananas at a time were being lowered by means of a big rope attached to a pulley. Kâo and Wu-ming were walking side by side down the middle of the street with Tsai-Ping and Gregory behind them. To pass the lorry they took to the narrow pavement and split up into single file, with Kâo leading and Tsai-Ping bringing up the rear. It was just as they had done so that Gregory noticed that his shoe-lace had come undone. Halting, he stooped down to tie it up, while Tsai-Ping walked on past him. Next moment there came a cry and a rending crash. A net full of heavy crates had struck Tsai-Ping full on the head. Beneath them he was smashed to the ground.
As some of the crates burst, scattering their contents, Gregory threw himself backwards. In doing so he caught sight of a Chinaman framed in the opening three stories up in the warehouse from which the bananas were being lowered. The man was in the act of thrusting a long knife back beneath his jacket.
Instantly Gregory realised that the pulley rope had not snapped but had been cut deliberately. Hard on the thought, another flashed into his mind. But for his shoe-lace having come undone, it would have been himself instead of Tsai-Ping now lying dead in the gutter.