"Friends."
"You can't tell us anything of their habits?--haunts?--what they usually
did with themselves when they weren't at the hospital?" asked the
detective.
"I should say that when they weren't at the hospital, they were at their
house--reading," answered Yada, drily. "They were hard workers."
Ayscough rose from his chair.
"Well, much obliged to you, sir," he said. "As your name was mentioned as
some sort of a friend of theirs, I came to you. Of course, most of what
I've told you will be in all the papers tomorrow. If you should hear
anything of this Chang Li, you'll communicate with us, Mr. Yada?"
The Japanese smiled--openly.
"Most improbable, Mr. Detective-Sergeant!" he answered. "I know no more
than what I have said. For more information, you should go to the Chinese
Legation."
"Good idea, sir--thank you," said Ayscough.
He bowed himself and Melky out; once outside the street-door he drew his
companion away towards a part which lay in deep shadow. Some repairing
operations to the exterior of a block of houses were going on there;
underneath a scaffolding which extended over the sidewalk Ayscough drew
Melky to a halt.
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