From there to the colonnade where the Chinese Quarter began was a
distance of half a by-street, and Coryndon slid along, apologetically
close to the wall. He avoided the policeman in his blue coat and high
khaki turban, and his manner was generally inoffensive and harmless as
he sneaked into the low entrance of Leh Shin's lesser curio shop. A
large coloured lantern hung outside the inner room, and a couple of
candles did honour to the infuriated Joss who capered in colour on the
wall.

All the hidden vitality of the man seemed to live in every line of his
lithe body as he looked in, but it subsided again as he entered, and he
stared vacantly around him.

There was no one in the shop but Leh Shin's assistant, who was finishing
a meal of cold pork, and whose heavy shoulders worked with his jaws. He
ceased both movements when Coryndon entered, and continued again as he
spoke, the flap of his tweed hat shaking like elephants' ears. He
informed Coryndon, who spoke to him in Yunnanese, that Leh Shin was out,
so that if he had anything to sell, he would arrange the details of the
bargain, and if he wanted to buy, he could leave the price of the
article with the trusted assistant of Leh Shin.

It took Coryndon some time to buy what he needed, which appeared to be
nothing more interesting than a couple of old boxes. The Burman needed
these to pack a few goods in, as he meditated inhabiting the empty,
rat-infested house next door but one to the shop of Leh Shin. Upon
hearing that they were to be neighbours, the assistant grew sulky and
informed Coryndon that trade was slack if he wished to sell anything,
but his eyes grew crafty again when he was informed that his new