"Meaning that I know?"

"You do know. You can't deny that you now."

"Well, say that I know?"

"Aren't you going to tell?"

He shook his head. "Not just yet. I've got private reasons for
keeping it quiet a while."

"I'm sure they are creditable to you," came her swift ironic
retort.

"Sure," he agreed, whimsically. "I must live up to the
professional standard. Honor among thieves, y'u know."



CHAPTER 9. MISS DARLING ARRIVES

Miss Messiter clung to civilization enough, at least, to prefer
that her chambermaid should be a woman rather than a Chinese. It
did not suit her preconceived idea of the proper thing that Lee
Ming should sweep floors, dust bric-a-brac, and make the beds. To
see him slosh-sloshing around in his felt slippers made her
homesick for Kalamazoo. There were other reasons why the
proprieties would be better served by having another woman about
the place; reasons that had to do with the chaperone system that