The boy was shouting, "'Orrible crime in the West End; Chinese outrage!" Furneaux bought a paper.

It contained a lively account of the attack on Mr.Forbes's house and described the mansion as an armed fortress.
Scores of police were parading the neighborhood and examining every passing motor car lest it held Chinese bandits.

The arrest of Len Shi at St.Albans, and of a Japanese outside Innesmore Mansions, was recalled, and an Eastbourne correspondent had sent a fairly accurate version of the kidnaping of Mrs.Forbes.
"The pack is in full cry now, James," grinned Furneaux.

"Tomorrow--" "O, bother tomorrow! Let's eat, and talk about something else." "What?
Both?
Well, now, if that isn't a bit of luck," cried a pleasant voice close behind them, and Mr.George T.Handyside held out his two hands.
"I was feeling kind of lonesome in the hotel, and just strolled out to look at the shops," he rattled on.

"Say, can you boys eat a line?
Is there any place in London where they know what a planked steak is ?" "Planked steak!" snorted Furneaux.