Sin Sin Wa, bag in hand, trotted, soft of foot, across the lane and
into the shadow of the dock-building. By the time that the C.I.D. man
had decided to climb up and investigate the mysterious noise, Sin Sin
Wa was on the other side of the canal and rapping gently upon the door
of Sam Tuk's hairdressing establishment.
The door was opened so quickly as to suggest that someone had been
posted there for the purpose. Sin Sin Wa entered and the door was
closed again.
"Light, Ah Fung," he said in Chinese. "What news?"
The boy who had admitted him took a lamp from under a sort of rough
counter and turned to Sin Sin Wa.
"George came with the boat, master, but I signalled to him that the
red policeman and the agent who has hired the end room were watching."
"They are gone?"
"They gather men at the head depot and are searching house from house.
She who sleeps below awoke and cried out. They heard her cry."
"George waits?"
"He waits, master. He will wait long if the gain is great."
"Good."
Sin Sin Wa shuffled across to the cellar stairs, followed by Ah Fung
with the lamp. He descended, and, brushing away the carefully spread
coal dust, inserted the piece of bent wire into the crevice and raised
the secret trap.
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