He looked fixedly at Ayscough for a second or two--then he
let out one word.
"Which?"
"According to Dr. Pittery--Chen Li," answered Ayscough. "Dr. Pittery
identified him. Murdered, Mr. Yada, murdered! Knifed!--in the throat."
The reiteration of the word murdered appeared to yield the detective some
sort of satisfaction--but it apparently made no particular impression on
the Japanese. Again he rapped out one word.
"Where?"
"His body was found in the garden of the house they rented in Maida Vale,"
replied Ayscough. "Molteno Lodge. No doubt you've visited them there, Mr.
Yada?"
"I have been there--yes, a few times," assented Yada. "Not very lately.
But--where is Chang Li?"
"That's what we don't know--and what we want to know," said Ayscough.
"He's not been seen at the hospital since the 20th. He didn't turn up
there--nor Chen, either, at a class, that day. And you say you haven't
seen them either since the 18th?"
"I was not at the hospital on the 19th," replied Yada. He threw away the
end of his cigar, picked up a fresh one from a box which stood on the
table, pushed the box towards his visitors, and drew out a silver match-
box.
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