I was having some corfee an' a sandwich when I 'appened to speak about the gray car to one of ahr chaps.

'That's odd,' he said.
'Quarter of an hour ago I had a theater job to Langham Plice, an' a gray landaulette stopped in front of the Chinese Embassy.

It kem along from the east side, too.' He didn't notice the number, sir, so there may be nothink in it, after all, but I thought you might like to hear wot my pal said." "Was the car empty?
Did it call for some one at the Embassy ?" "That's the queer part of it, sir.

I axed pertic'ler.

This gray car brought a gentleman, a small, youngish man, 'oo skipped up the Embassy steps like a lamplighter, and went in afore you could s'y 'knife.' Somebody might ha' bin watchin' for him through the keyhole, the door was opened that quick.