He is a Samurai of Japan.

We met in Okasaki, and again in London.

I came to England long after the clime you talk of.
He told me these Flazel people were bad people, who had lobbed his father in the old days.

He wanted them to be all hanged, then he would get money.
He said they might watch him and get him sent back to Japan, where he belongs to a political palty who are always beheaded when they are caught.
So when you come, I think, 'Hello, he wants to find Ooma!' I lite Ooma a letter, and he lite me to send Mrs.Jilo, dlessed in man's clothes, to tell him evelything.

I did that to save my fliend." "Have you Ooma's letter ?" "Yes; hele it is." He took a document from a drawer, and Brett saw at a glance that Jiro's statement was correct.
"You appear to have acted as his tool throughout," was his scornful comment.
"But, Mr.Brett," sobbed the stout lady, "I ought to say that when I--when I--put on those things--and met Mr.Ooma, I disobeyed my husband in one matter.