Tales of Chinatown by Sax Rohmer (good books to read for 12 year olds TXT) π
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The arrival of Kerry created something of a stir amongst the officials on duty. His reputation in these days was at least as great as that of the most garrulous Labour member.
The prisoner was in cells, but the Chief Inspector elected to interview him in the office; and accordingly, while the officer in charge sat at an extremely tidy writing-table, tapping the blotting-pad with a pencil, and Detective John Durham stood beside him, Kerry paced up and down the little room, deep in reflection, until the door opened and the prisoner was brought in.
One swift glance the Chief Inspector gave at the battle-scarred face, and recognized instantly that this was a badly frightened man. Crossing to the table he took up a typewritten slip which lay there, and:
βYour name is James Poland?β he said. βFour convictions; one, robbery with violence.β
Jim Poland nodded sullenly.
βYou were arrested at the corner of Pekin Street about midnight. What were you doing there?β
βTaking a walk.β
βI'll say it again,β rapped Kerry, fixing his fierce eyes upon the man's face. βWhat were you doing there?β
βI've told you.β
βAnd I tell you you're a liar. Where did you leave the man Cohen?β
Poland blinked his small eyes, cleared his throat, and looked down at the floor uneasily. Then:
βWho's Cohen?β he grunted.
βYou mean, who was Cohen?β cried Kerry.
The shot went home. The man clenched his fists and looked about the room from face to face.
βYou don't tell meββββ he began huskily.
βI've told you,β said Kerry. βHe's on the slab. Spit out the truth; it'll be good for your health.β
The man hesitated, then looked up, his eyes half closed and a cunning expression upon his face.
βMake out your own case,β he said. βYou've got nothing against me.β
Kerry snapped his teeth together viciously.
βI've told you what happened to your pal,β he warned. βIf you're a wise man you'll come in on our side, before the same thing happens to you.β
βI don't know what you're talking about,β growled Poland.
Kerry nodded to the constable at the doorway.
βTake him back,β he ordered.
Jim Poland being returned to his cell, Kerry, as the door closed behind the prisoner and his guard, stared across at Durham where he stood beside the table.
βAn old hand,β he said. βBut there's another way.β He glanced at the officer in charge. βHold him till the morning. He'll prove useful.β
From his waistcoat pocket he took out a slip of chewing gum, unwrapped it, and placed the mint-flavoured wafer between his large white teeth. He bit upon it savagely, settled his hat upon his head, and, turning, walked toward the door. In the doorway he paused.
βCome with me, Durham,β he said. βI am leaving the conduct of the case entirely in your hands from now onward.β
Detective Durham looked surprised and not a little anxious.
βI am doing so for two reasons,β continued the Chief Inspector. βThese two reasons I shall now explain.β
III THE SECRET TREASURE-HOUSE
Unlike its sister colony in New York, there are no show places in Limehouse. The visitor sees nothing but mean streets and dark doorways. The superficial inquirer comes away convinced that the romance of the Asiatic district has no existence outside the imaginations of writers of fiction. Yet here lies a secret quarter, as secret and as strange, in its smaller way, as its parent in China which is called the Purple Forbidden City.
On a morning when mist lay over the Thames reaches, softening the harshness of the dock buildings and lending an air of mystery to the vessels stealing out upon the tide, a man walked briskly along Limehouse Causeway, looking about him inquiringly, as one unfamiliar with the neighbourhood. Presently he seemed to recognize a turning to the right, and he pursued this for a time, now walking more slowly.
A European woman, holding a half-caste baby in her arms, stood in an open doorway, watching him uninterestedly. Otherwise, except for one neatly dressed young Chinaman, who passed him about halfway along the street, there was nothing which could have told the visitor that he had crossed the borderline dividing West from East and was now in an Oriental town.
A very narrow alleyway between two dingy houses proved to be the spot for which he was looking; and, having stared about him for a while, he entered this alleyway. At the farther end it was crossed T-fashion, by another alley, the only object of interest being an iron post at the crossing, and the scenery being made up entirely of hideous brick walls.
About halfway along on the left, set in one of these walls, were strong wooden gates, apparently those of a warehouse. Beside them was a door approached by two very dirty steps. There was a bell-push near the door, but upon neither of these entrances was there any plate to indicate the name of the proprietor of the establishment.
From his pocket-book the visitor extracted a card, consulted something written upon it, and then pressed the bell.
It was very quiet in this dingy little court. No sound of the busy thoroughfares penetrated here; and although the passage forming the top of the βTβ practically marked the river bank, only dimly could one discern the sounds which belong to a seaport.
Presently the door was opened by a Chinese boy who wore the ordinary native working dress, and who regarded the man upon the step with oblique, tired-looking eyes.
βMr. Huang Chow?β asked the caller.
The boy nodded.
βYou wantchee him see?β
βIf he is at home.β
The boy glanced at the card, which the visitor still held between finger and thumb, and extended his hand silently. The card was surrendered. It was that of an antique dealer of Dover Street, Piccadilly, and written upon the back was the following: βMr. Hampden would like to do business with you.β The signature of the dealer followed.
The boy turned and passed along a dim and perfectly unfurnished passage which the opening of the door had
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