He turned to look into a brown mask of a face he had seen before.
"Well, my man," he asked with a smile, "what can I do for you ?" He had asked the question in identical terms of Sam Stay--his brain told him that much, mechanically.
"You will come with me, Mr.Milburgh," said Ling Chu.

"It will be better for you if you do not make any trouble." "You are making a mistake." "If I am making a mistake," said Ling Chu calmly, "you have only to tell that policeman that I have mistaken you for Milburgh, who is wanted by the police on a charge of murder, and I shall get into very serious trouble." Milburgh's lips were quivering with fear and his face was a pasty grey.
"I will come," he said.
Ling Chu walked by his side, and they passed out of Waterloo station.

The journey to Bond Street remained in Milburgh's memory like a horrible dream.

He was not used to travelling on omnibuses, being something of a sybarite who spared nothing to ensure his own comfort.

Ling Chu on the contrary had a penchant for buses and seemed to enjoy them.
No word was spoken until they reached the sitting-room of Tarling's flat.
Milburgh expected to see the detective.