"Take him with you where you travel tonight, my father," he said. "He,
too, was faithful."
A cheap German clock commenced a muted clangor, for the little hammer
was muffled.
Sin Sin Wa walked slowly across to the counter. Taking up the gleaming
joss, he unscrewed its pedestal. Then, returning to the spot where
Mrs. Sin lay, he coolly detached a leather wallet which she wore
beneath her dress fastened to a girdle. Next he removed her rings, her
bangles and other ornaments. He secreted all in the interior of the
joss--his treasure-chest. He raised his hands and began to unplait his
long pigtail, which, like his "blind" eye, was camouflage--a false
queue attached to his own hair, which he wore but slightly longer than
some Europeans and many Americans. With a small pair of scissors he
clipped off his long, snake-like moustaches. . . .
CHAPTER XLI
THE FINDING OF KAZMAH
At a point just above the sweep of Limehouse Reach a watchful river
police patrol observed a moving speck of light on the right bank of
the Thames. As if in answer to the signal there came a few moments
later a second moving speck at a point not far above the district once
notorious in its possession of Ratcliff Highway. A third light
answered from the Surrey bank, and a fourth shone out yet higher up
and on the opposite side of the Thames.
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