CHAPTER VII

CHINATOWN “It’s no easy matter,” said Inspector Weymouth, “to patrol the vicinity of John Ki’s Joy-Shop without their getting wind of it. The entrance, as you’ll see, is in a long, narrow rat-hole of a street running at right angles to the Thames. There’s no point, so far as I know, from which the yard can be overlooked; and the back is on a narrow cutting belonging to a disused mill.” I paid little attention to his words. Disguised beyond all chance of recognition even by one intimate with my appearance, I was all…