She lay in the untidy bed in the room which was
laden with the fumes of opium. She stared upward at the low, dirty
ceiling.
"Why do you come to me with your stories of desperation?" continued
the mocking voice. "You have insisted upon seeing me. I am here."
Rita managed to move her head so that she could see more of the room.
On a divan at the other end of the place, propped up by a number of
garish cushions, Rita beheld Mrs. Sin. The long bamboo pipe had fallen
from her listless fingers. Her face wore an expression of mystic
rapture, like that characterizing the features of some Chinese
Buddhas. . . .
In the other corner of the divan, contemplating her from under heavy
brows, sat Kazmah. . . .
CHAPTER XXXVI
SAM TUK MOVES
Chinatown was being watched as Chinatown had never been watched
before, even during the most stringent enforcement of the Defence of
the Realm Act. K Division was on its mettle, and Scotland Yard had
sent to aid Chief Inspector Kerry every man that could be spared to
the task. The River Police, too, were aflame with zeal; for every
officer in the service whose work lay east of London Bridge had
appropriated to himself the stigma implied by the creation of Lord
Wrexborough's commission.
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