The Arab and the Hindu, the Malayan and the Jap, black men from the Congo and fair men from Scandinavia--these you may meet there--the outpourings of all the ships that sail the Seven Seas.

There many drunken beasts, with their pay in their pockets, seek each his favorite sin; and for those who love most the opium, there is, at all too regular intervals, the Sign of the Open Lamp.
We went there, Colonel Hughes and I.Up and down the narrow Causeway, yellow at intervals with the light from gloomy shops, dark mostly because of tightly closed shutters through which only thin jets found their way, we walked until we came and stood at last in shadow outside the black doorway of Harry San Li's so-called restaurant.

We waited ten, fifteen minutes; then a man came down the Causeway and paused before that door.

There was something familiar in his jaunty walk.

Then the faint glow of the lamp that was the indication of Harry San's real business lit his pale face, and I knew that I had seen him last in the cool evening at Interlaken, where Limehouse could not have lived a moment, with the Jungfrau frowning down upon it.
"Enwright ?" whispered Hughes.
"Not a doubt of it!" said I.
"Good!" he replied with fervor.
And now another man shuffled down the street and stood suddenly straight and waiting before the colonel.
"Stay with him," said Hughes softly.