"I can't say," he answered. "He might be."
"What's that mean?" demanded the Inspector. "Might be? Surely you know
who's in your own house!"
"No!" said the elder man, "I can't say. It's this way--we've a certain
number of foreigners come here. There are few--just a few--Chinese and
Japanese--medical students, you know. Now, some time ago--a couple of
years ago--some of them asked us if we couldn't let them have three or
four rooms at the top of the house in which to start a sort of little club
of their own, so that they could have a place for their meetings, you
understand. They were all quiet, very respectable young fellows--so we
did. They have the top floor of this house. They furnished and fitted it
up themselves. There's a separate entrance--at the side of the shop. Each
of them has a latch-key of his own. So they can go in and out as they
like--they never bother us. But, as a matter of fact, there are only four
or five of them who are members now--the others have all left. That's the
real truth--and I tell you I don't know if Mr. Chang Li might be up there
or not. We know nothing about what they do in their rooms--they're only
our tenants.
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