"Here we are, doctor," he
said, as they came to the door of the mortuary. "There's a man on night
duty here, so there's no difficulty about getting in."
There was a drawing of bolts, a turning of keys; the door opened, and a
man looked out and seeing Ayscough and Dr. Mirandolet, admitted them into
an ante-room and turned up the gas.
"We want to see that Chinaman, George," said the detective. "Shan't keep
you long."
"There's a young foreign doctor just been to see him, Mr. Ayscough," said
the man. "You'd pass his car down the street--he hasn't been gone three
minutes. Young Japanese--brought your card with him."
Ayscough turned on the man as if he had given him the most startling news
in the world.
"What?" he exclaimed, "Japanese? Brought my card?"
"Showed me it as soon as he got here," answered the attendant, surprised
at Ayscough's amazement. "Said you'd given it to him, so that he could
call here and identify the body. So, of course, I let him go in."
Ayscough opened his mouth in sheer amazement. But before he could get out
a word, Mirandolet spoke, seizing the mortuary-keeper by the arm in his
eagerness.
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