"Oh!" sighed Mollie Gretna rapturously, "a Chinaman! I begin to feel
deliciously sinful!"
The car came to a standstill.
"We get out here and walk," said Sir Lucien. "It would not be wise to
drive further. Mareno will deliver our baggage by hand presently."
"But we shall all be murdered," cried Mollie, "murdered in cold blood!
I am dreadfully frightened!"
"Something of the kind is quite likely," drawled Sir Lucien, "if you
draw attention to our presence in the neighborhood so deliberately.
Walk ahead, Kilfane, with Mollie. Rita and I will follow at a discreet
distance. Leave the door ajar."
Temporarily subdued by Pyne's icy manner, Miss Gretna became silent,
and went on ahead with Cyrus Kilfane, who had preserved an almost
unbroken silence throughout the journey. Rita and Sir Lucien followed
slowly.
"What a creepy neighborhood," whispered Rita. "Look! Someone is
standing in that doorway over there, watching us."
"Take no notice," he replied. "A cat could not pass along this street
unobserved by the Chinese, but they will not interfere with us
provided we do not interfere with them."
Kilfane had turned to the right into a narrow court, at the entrance
to which stood an iron pillar. As he and his companion passed under
the lamp in a rusty bracket which projected from the wall, they
vanished into a place of shadows.
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