"
But here Levendale paused, glanced at Stephen Purvis, and spread out his
hands with a gesture which indicated failure and disappointment. His
glance moved from Stephen Purvis to the police officials.
"All no good!" he exclaimed. "It's useless to deny it. I have been in
every Chinese den and haunt in East London--I'm certain that Chang Li is
nowhere down there. I have spent money like water--employed Chinese and
Easterns on whom I could depend--there isn't a trace of him! And so--we
gave up last night. Purvis and I--baffled. We've come to you police
people--"
"You should have done that before, Mr. Levendale," said the Inspector
severely. "You haven't given us much credit, I think, and if you'd told
all this at first--"
Before the Inspector could say more, a constable tapped at the door and
put his head into the room. His eyes sought Ayscough.
"There's a young gentleman--foreigner--asking for you, Mr. Ayscough," he
said. "Wants to see you at once--name of Mr. Yada."
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
YADA TAKES CHARGE
Ayscough had only time to give a warning look and a word to the others
before Mr.
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