Yet he pushed his inquiries at Lyne's Store amongst the employees, and it is a million to one against his finding any shop-girl who spoke Cantonese!" "I'll put a couple of men on to watch him," said Whiteside, but Tarling shook his head.
"It would be a waste of good men," he said, "because Ling Chu could lead them just where he wanted to.

I tell you he is a better sleuth than any you have got at Scotland Yard, and he has an absolute gift for fading out of the picture under your very nose.

Leave Ling Chu to me, I know the way to deal with him," he added grimly.
"The Little Daffodil!" said Whiteside thoughtfully, repeating the phrase which Tarling had quoted.

"That was the Chinese girl's name, eh?
By Jove! It's something more than a coincidence, don't you think, Tarling ?" "It may be or may not be," said Tarling; "there is no such word as daffodil in Chinese.

In fact, I am not so certain that the daffodil is a native of China at all, though China's a mighty big place.