Each pulling a scull they headed in for the left bank.
"There's a wharf ahead," said Seton, looking back over his shoulder.
"If we put in beside it we can wait there unobserved."
"Good enough," said Kerry.
They bent to the oars, stealing stroke by stroke out of the grip of
the tide, and presently came to a tiny pool above the wharf structure,
where it was possible to lie undisturbed by the eager current.
Those limitations which are common to all humanity and that guile
which is peculiar to the Chinese veiled the fact from their ken that
the deserted wharf, in whose shelter they lay, was at once the roof
and the gateway of Sin Sin Wa's receiving office!
As the boat drew in to the bank, a Chinese boy who was standing on the
wharf retired into the shadows. From a spot visible down-stream but
invisible to the men in the boat, he signalled constantly with a
hurricane lantern.
Three men from New Scotland Yard were watching the house of Sin Sin
Wa, and Sin Sin Wa had given no sign of animation since, some hours
earlier, he had extinguished his bedroom light. Yet George, drifting
noiselessly up-stream, received a signal to the effect "police" while
Seton Pasha and Chief Inspector Kerry lay below the biggest dope cache
in London.
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