Her black hair she had dyed a
fashionable shade of red. She glanced rapidly across her shoulder at
Sin Sin Wa--a glance of contempt with which was mingled faint
distrust.
"So," she said, in Chinese, "you have come at last." Sin Sin Wa
smiled. "They watched the old fox," he replied. "But their eyes were
as the eyes of the mole."
Still aside, contemptuously, the woman regarded him, and:
"Suppose they are keener than you think?" she said. "Are you sure you
have not led them--here?"
"The snail may not pursue the hawk," murmured Sin Sin Wa; "nor the eye
of the bat follow his flight."
"Smartest leg," remarked the raven.
"Yes, yes, my little friend," crooned Sin Sin Wa, "very soon now you
shall see the paddy-fields of Ho-Nan and watch the great Yellow River
sweeping eastward to the sea."
"Pah!" said Mrs. Sin. "Much--very much--you care about the paddy-
fields of Ho-Nan, and little, oh, very little, about the dollars and
the traffic! You have my papers?"
"All are complete. With those dollars for which I care not, a man
might buy the world--if he had but enough of the dollars. You are well
known in Poplar as 'Mrs. Jacobs,' and your identity is easily
established--as 'Mrs. Jacobs.' You join the Mahratta at the Albert
Dock.
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