But I'll tell you what--the man who first spoke of a Chinese puzzle as a metaphor for something downright bewildering knew what he was talking about." Forbes put a hand to his forehead in an unconscious gesture of hopelessness.
"My brain is reeling," he muttered.

"To think that in the London of today we should live in abject terror of a band of Mongolian ruffians! Why do you remain here, man?
You vaunt the prowess of your department--why are you not scouring every haunt of Chinamen in the East End?
Spread your net widely enough, and you will surely get hold of some minor scoundrel who will talk for fear or money.

Bribe him to the point where he cannot refuse to speak.

Wong Li Fu is the only man I fear.

Put him where he can accomplish no mischief, and the rest of his crew will be powerless!" "When you come to count up the achievements of my friend Winter and myself--in the face of stupid but none the less disheartening obstacles--we have not done so badly in two days," said Furneaux complacently.
"Can I drive you anywhere?
My car is waiting." "No, thanks.