The fact of the case is, Mr. Policeman, and the rest of you
generally, there is a secret opium den at Pilmansey's, though nobody knows
of it but a few frequenters. And there!--there you will find Chang Li."
"You've seen him there?" demanded Levendale.
"I saw him there during last night--I know him to be there--he will be
there, either until you take him, or until his arrangements are made for
getting out of this country," answered Yada.
Levendale jumped up, as if for instant action. But the Inspector quietly
tapped him on the elbow.
"He promised to tell you how to take him, Mr. Levendale," he said. "Let's
know all we can--we shall have to be in with you on this, you know."
"Mr. Police-Inspector is right," said Yada. "You will have to conduct what
you call a raid. Now, do precisely what I tell you to do. Pilmansey's is
an old-fashioned place, a very old house as regards its architecture, on
the right-hand side of Tottenham Court Road. Go there today--this mid-day
--a little before one--when there are always plenty of customers. Go with
plenty of your plain-clothes men, like Mr. Ayscough there.
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