Theydon was half inclined to believe that the other was still wishful to conceal that part of the day's doings.

But he was mistaken.

When he had finished his own story, and given the taxi-man's version of the gray car's appearance in Portland Place, Forbes threw out his hands in a gesture of despair.
"If the Embassy people are playing me false I do not know whom to trust," he said brokenly; "I have just come from there, and they assure me that if Wong Li Fu and his gang are in London they are absolutely ignorant of the fact." "Pooh!" cried Furneaux, snapping a thumb and forefinger.

"Don't worry about that! Put yourself in the position of the Chinese Ambassador.

He can't even guess who may be the ruler of China from one day to another.
Yesterday it was an old woman, today a dictator, tomorrow the mob; who can foretell what shape the lava erupted from a volcano will take?
Bet you a new hat, Mr.Forbes, that the minute the embassy heard of Mrs.
Lester's murder they put two and two together and kept a sharp eye on these mansions and on your house.