And Ayscough suddenly turned to the superior officials.
"If this man's been here ever since the 17th," he said, "he can't have had
anything to do with the affairs in Praed Street and Maida Vale! Supposing,
now--I'm only supposing--that young Jap's been lying all the time?" He
turned again--this time on the two chess-players, who had now interrupted
their game and were leaning back in their chairs, evidently amused at the
baffled faces of the searchers. "Here!" he said, "do you know one Yada--
Mori Yada--a Japanese? Is he one of you?"
"Oh, yes!" answered one of the chess-players. "Yada,--yes! We know him--a
very smart fellow, Yada. You know him--too?"
But before Ayscough could reply to this somewhat vexatious question, a man
who had been left in the tearooms came hurrying up the staircase and burst
in upon them. He made straight for the Inspector.
"Man from the office, sir, outside in a taxi!" he exclaimed breathlessly.
"You're on the wrong track--you're to get to Multenius's shop in Praed
Street at once. The real man's there!"
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
THE JEW AND THE JAP
When Melky Rubinstein slipped quietly out of the police-station, he
crossed the street, and taking up a position just within a narrow alley on
the other side, set himself to watch the door which he had just quitted.
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