CHAPTER XII

THE TIN OF OPIUM (_Friday, July 13; 3.15 p. m._) A few minutes later Brush served us tea and toast. “It is oolong tea, sir—Taiwan,” he explained proudly to Vance. “And I did not butter the toast.” “You have rare intuition, Brush.” Vance spoke appreciatively. “And what of Mrs. Bliss and Mr. Salveter? They have had no lunch.” “I took tea to them a little while ago. They did not wish anything else.” “And Doctor Bliss?” “He has not rung for me, sir. But then, he often goes without lunch.” Ten minute…