He believed that he could tackle the Chinaman with fair prospects of
success; and women, however murderous, he habitually disregarded as
adversaries. But the mummy-like, deceptive Sam Tuk was not negligible,
and Kazmah remained an unknown quantity.
From under that protective arm, cast across his face, Kerry's fierce
eyes peered out across the dirty floor. Then quickly he shut his eyes
again.
Sin Sin Wa, crooning his strange song, came in carrying a coil of rope
--and a Mauser pistol!
"P'licemanee gotchee catchee sleepee," he murmured, "or maybe he
catchee die!"
He tossed the rope to his wife, who stood silent tapping the floor
with one slim restless foot.
"Number one top-side tie up," he crooned. "Sin Sin Wa watchee withum
gun!"
Kerry lay like a dead man; for in the Chinaman's voice were menace and
warning.
CHAPTER XXXIX
THE EMPTY WHARF
The suspected area of Limehouse was closely invested as any fortress
of old when Seton Pasha once more found himself approaching that
painfully familiar neighborhood. He had spoken to several pickets, and
had gathered no news of interest, except that none of them had seen
Chief Inspector Kerry since some time shortly before dusk. Seton,
newly from more genial climes, shivered as he contemplated the misty,
rain-swept streets, deserted and but dimly lighted by an occasional
lamp.
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