Part 38 (1/2)
The Inspector came in with a man whom neither Purdie nor Lauriston had ever seen before--a quietly but well-dressed man about whom there was a distinct air of authority. They walked down the room to a table near the counter, ordered coffee and lighted cigarettes--and the two young Scotsmen, watching them closely, saw that they took a careful look round as if to ascertain the strength of their forces. And suddenly, as Lauriston was eating his second sandwich, the Inspector rose, quietly walked to the counter and bending over it, spoke to one of the white-ap.r.o.ned men behind.
”The game's begun!” whispered Lauriston. ”Look!”
But Purdie's eyes were already fixed on the Pilmanseys, whom he recognized as important actors in the drama about to be played. One of them slightly taller, slightly greyer than the other, was leaning forward to the Inspector, and was evidently amazed at what was being said to him, for he started, glanced questioningly at his visitor, exchanged a hurried word or two with him and then turned to his brother. A second later, both men laid down their great knives and forks, left their counter, and beckoned the Inspector to follow them into a room at the rear of the shop. And the Inspector in his turn, beckoned Ayscough with a mere glance, and Ayscough in his, made an inviting movement to the rest of the party.
”Come on!” said Purdie. ”Let's hear what's happening.”
The proprietors of the tea-rooms had led the Inspector and the man who was with him into what was evidently a private room--and when Lauriston and Purdie reached the door they were standing on the hearth rug, side by side, each in a very evident state of amazement, staring at a doc.u.ment which the Inspector was displaying to them. They looked up from it to glance with annoyance, at the other men who came quietly and expectantly crowding into the room.
”More of your people?” asked the elder man, querulously. ”Look here, you know!--we don't see the need for all this fuss, not for your interrupting our business in this way! One or two of you, surely, would have been enough without bringing a troop of people on to our premises--all this is unnecessary!”
”You'll allow us to be the best judge of what's necessary and what isn't, Mr. Pilmansey,” retorted the Inspector. ”There'll be no fuss, no bother--needn't be, anyway, if you tell us what we want to know, and don't oppose us in what we've got power to do. Here's a warrant--granted on certain information--to search your premises. If you'll let us do that quietly.”
”But for what reason?” demanded the younger man. ”Our premises, indeed!
Been established here a good hundred years, and never a word against us. What do you want to search for?”
”I'll tell you that at once,” answered the Inspector. ”We want a young Chinaman, one Chang Li, who, we are informed, is concealed here, and has valuable stolen property on him. Now, then, do you know anything about him? Is he here?”
The two men exchanged glances. For a moment they remained silent--then the elder man spoke, running his eye over the expectant faces watching him.
”Before I say any more,” he answered, ”I should just like to know where you got your information from?”
”No!” replied the Inspector, firmly. ”I shan't tell you. But I'll tell you this much--this Chang Li is wanted on a very serious charge as it is, and we may charge him with something much more serious. We've positive information that he's here--and I'm only giving you sound advice when I say that if he is here, you'll do well to show us where he is. Now, come, Mr. Pilmansey, is he here?”
The elder Pilmansey shook his head--but the shake was more one of doubt than of denial.
”I can't say,” he answered. ”He might be.”
”What's that mean?” demanded the Inspector. ”Might be? Surely you know who's in your own house!”
”No!” said the elder man, ”I can't say. It's this way--we've a certain number of foreigners come here. There are few--just a few--Chinese and j.a.panese--medical students, you know. Now, some time ago--a couple of years ago--some of them asked us if we couldn't let them have three or four rooms at the top of the house in which to start a sort of little club of their own, so that they could have a place for their meetings, you understand. They were all quiet, very respectable young fellows--so we did. They have the top floor of this house. They furnished and fitted it up themselves. There's a separate entrance--at the side of the shop. Each of them has a latch-key of his own. So they can go in and out as they like--they never bother us. But, as a matter of fact, there are only four or five of them who are members now--the others have all left. That's the real truth--and I tell you I don't know if Mr. Chang Li might be up there or not. We know nothing about what they do in their rooms--they're only our tenants.”
”Let me ask you one question,” said the Inspector, ”Have either of you ever been in those rooms since you let them to these people!”
”No!” answered the elder man. ”Neither of us--at anytime!”
”Then,” commanded the Inspector, ”I'll thank you to come up with us to them--now!”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CHANG LI
Not without some grumbling as to waste of time and interference with business, the Pilmansey brothers led the way to a side door which opened into a pa.s.sage that ran along the side of the shop and from whence a staircase rose to the upper regions of the house. The elder pointed, significantly, to the street door at the end.
”You'll take notice that these young fellows I told you of get to the rooms we let them through that?” he observed. ”That door's always locked--they all have latch-keys to it. They never come through the shop--we've nothing to do with them, and we don't know anything about whatever they may do in their rooms--all we're concerned with is that they pay their rent and behave themselves. And quiet enough they've always been--we've had no reason to complain.”
”And, as they all have latch-keys, I suppose they can get into the place at any hour of the day--or night?” suggested the Inspector.
”There's no bar against them coming here at night?”