It was open, and I crawled softly in to find the room fresh and clean from Zeeta's care.

The door was ajar, and, hearing voices, I peeped into the shop.
Japp was sitting on the counter talking in a low voice to a big native--the same 'Mwanga whom I had bundled out unceremoniously.

I noticed that the outer door giving on the road was shut, a most unusual thing in the afternoon.

Japp had some small objects in his hand, and the two were evidently arguing about a price.

I had no intention at first of eavesdropping, and was just about to push the door open, when something in Japp's face arrested me.