MORI YADA
XXX THE MORTUARY
XXXI THE MIRANDOLET THEORY
XXXII ONE O'CLOCK MIDNIGHT
XXXIII SECRET WORK
XXXIV BAFFLED
XXXV YADA TAKES CHARGE
XXXVI PILMANSEY'S TEA ROOMS
XXXVII CHANG LI
XXXVIII THE JEW AND THE JAP
XXXIX THE DIAMOND NECKLACE
THE ORANGE-YELLOW DIAMOND
CHAPTER ONE
THE PRETTY PAWNBROKER
On the southern edge of the populous parish of Paddington, in a
parallelogram bounded by Oxford and Cambridge Terrace on the south, Praed
Street on the north, and by Edgware Road on the east and Spring Street on
the west, lies an assemblage of mean streets, the drab dulness of which
forms a remarkable contrast to the pretentious architectural grandeurs of
Sussex Square and Lancaster Gate, close by. In these streets the observant
will always find all those evidences of depressing semi-poverty which are
more evident in London than in any other English city. The houses look as
if laughter was never heard within them. Where the window blinds are not
torn, they are dirty; the folk who come out of the doors wear anxious and
depressed faces. Such shops as are there are mainly kept for the sale of
food of poor quality: the taverns at the corners are destitute of
attraction or pretension.
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