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Having ordered and paid for two whiskies and sodas, the Jew, raising his glass, nodded to his companion and took a drink. The glitter of a magnificent diamond which he wore seemed to attract the other's attention almost hypnotically.
โCheerio, Freddy!โ said the thick-set man. โAny news?โ
โNothing much,โ returned the one addressed as Freddy, setting his glass upon the table and selecting a cigarette from a packet which he carried in his pocket.
โI'm not so sure,โ growled the other, watching him suspiciously. โYou've been lying low for a long time, and it's not like you to slack off except when there's something big in sight.โ
โHm!โ said his companion, lighting his cigarette. โWhat do you mean exactly?โ
Jim Polandโfor such was the big man's nameโgrowled and spat reflectively into a spittoon.
โI've had my eye on you, Freddy,โ he replied; โI've had my eye on you!โ
โOh, have you?โ murmured the other. โBut tell me what you mean!โ
Beneath his suave manner lay a threat, and, indeed, Freddy Cohen, known to his associates as โDiamond Fred,โ was in many ways a formidable personality. He had brought to his chosen profession of crook a first-rate American training, together with all that mental agility and cleverness which belong to his race, and was at once an object of envy and admiration amongst the fraternity which keeps Scotland Yard busy.
Jim Poland, physically a more dangerous character, was not in the same class with him; but he was not without brains of a sort, and Cohen, although smiling agreeably, waited with some anxiety for his reply.
โI mean,โ growled Poland, โthat you're not wasting your time with Lala Huang for nothing.โ
โPerhaps not,โ returned Cohen lightly. โShe's a pretty girl; but what business is it of yours?โ
โNone at all. I ain't interested in 'er good looks; neither are you.โ
Cohen shrugged and raised his glass again.
โCome on,โ growled Poland, leaning across the table. โI know, and I'm in on it. D'ye hear me? I'm in on it. These are hard times, and we've got to stick together.โ
โOh,โ said Cohen, โthat's the game, is it?โ
โThat's the game right enough. You won't go wrong if you bring me in, even at fifty-fifty, because maybe I know things about old Huang that you don't know.โ
The Jew's expression changed subtly, and beneath his drooping lids he glanced aside at the speaker. Then:
โIt's no promise,โ he said, โbut what do you know?โ
Poland bent farther over the table.
โChinatown's being watched again. I heard this morning that Red Kerry was down here.โ
Cohen laughed.
โRed Kerry!โ he echoed. โRed Kerry means nothing in my young life, Jim.โ
โDon't 'e?โ returned Jim, snarling viciously. โThe way he cleaned up that dope crowd awhile back seemed to show he was no jug, didn't it?โ
The Jew made a facial gesture as if to dismiss the subject.
โAll right,โ continued Poland. โThink that way if you like. But the patrols have been doubled. I suppose you know that? And it's a cert there are special men on duty, ever since the death of that Chink.โ
Cohen shifted uneasily, glancing about him in a furtive fashion.
โSee what I mean?โ continued the other. โChinatown ain't healthy just now.โ
He finished his whisky at a draught, and, standing up, lurched heavily across to the counter. He returned with two more glasses. Then, reseating himself and bending forward again:
โThere's one thing I reckon you don't know,โ he whispered in Cohen's ear. โI saw that Chink talking to Lala Huang only a week before the time he was hauled out of Limehouse Reach. I'm wondering, Diamond, if, with all your cleverness, you may not go the same way.โ
โDon't try to pull the creep stuff on me, Jim,โ said Cohen uneasily. โWhat are you driving at, anyway?โ
โWell,โ replied Poland, sipping his whisky reflectively, โhow did that Chink get into the river?โ
โHow the devil do I know?โ
โAnd what killed him? It wasn't drowning, although he was all swelled up.โ
โSee here, old pal,โ said Cohen. โI know 'Frisco better than you know Limehouse. Let me tell you that this little old Chinatown of yours is pie to me. You're trying to get me figuring on Chinese death traps, secret poisons, and all that junk. Boy, you're wasting your poetry. Even if you did see the Chink with Lala, and I doubt itโOh, don't get excited, I'm speaking plainโthere's no connection that I can see between the death of said Chink and old Huang Chow.โ
โAin't there?โ growled Poland huskily. He grasped the other's wrist as in a vise and bent forward so that his battered face was close to the pale countenance of the Jew. โI've been covering old Huang for months and months. Now I'm going to tell you something. Since the death of that Chink Red Kerry's been covering him, too.โ
โSee here!โ Cohen withdrew his arm from the other's grasp angrily. โYou can't freeze me out of this claim with bogey stuff. You're listed, my lad, and you know it. Chief Inspector Kerry is your pet nightmare. But if he walked in here right now I could ask him to have a drink. I wouldn't but I could. You've got the wrong angle, Jim. Lala likes me fine, and although she doesn't say much, what she does say is straight. I'll ask her to-night about the Chink.โ
โThen you'll be a damned fool.โ
โWhat's that?โ
โI say you'll be a damned fool. I'm warning you, Freddy. There are Chinks and Chinks. All the boys know old Huang Chow has got a regular gold mine buried somewhere under the floor. But all the boys don't know what I know, and it seems that you don't either.โ
โWhat is that?โ
Jim Poland bent forward more urgently, again seizing Cohen's wrist, and:
โHuang Chow is a mighty big bug amongst the Chinese,โ he whispered, glancing cautiously about him. โHe's hellish clever and rotten with money. A man like that wants handling. I'm not telling you what I know. But call
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