This was his story:--On the 18th November, in the evening, he was at the
club which housed itself in Pilmansey's attic. There he saw Chang Li, who,
according to the other members who were there, was beginning one of his
periodic fits of opium smoking, and had been in the inner room, stupifying
himself, since the previous day. Yada knew that it was highly necessary
that Chang Li should be in attendance at certain classes at the medical
school during the next few days, and tried to rouse him out of his
debauch, with no result. Next day, the 19th, he went to Pilmansey's again
--Chang Li was still in the realms of bliss and likely to stop there until
he had had enough of them. For two days nobody at the club nor at the
school had seen Chen Li--and Chen Li was the only person who could do
anything with Chang. So, late that night of the 19th November, Yada went
up to Maida Vale, taking Chang Li's keys with him. He admitted himself to
garden and house and found the house empty. But just as he was entering
the front door he heard the voice of Chen Li at the garden gate; he also
heard the voice of an Englishman.
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