Chase and his man with her. "May I go with you?"

"Really, Elaine," objected Craig, "I don't think it's safe.
There's no telling what may happen. In fact, I think Walter and I
had better not be seen there even with Chase."

She pouted and pleaded, but Craig was obdurate. Finally she
consented to wait for us at home provided we brought her the news
at the earliest moment and demonstrated the wonderful torpedo as
well. Craig was only too glad to promise and we waved good-bye as
her car whisked her off.

Half an hour later we turned into Chinatown from the shadow of the
elevated railroad on Chatham Square, doing our best to affect a
Bowery slouch.

We had not gone far before we came to the blind beggar. He was
sitting by number fourteen with a sign on his breast, grinding
industriously at a small barrel organ before him on which rested a
tin cup.

We passed him and Kennedy took out a coin from his pocket and
dropped it into the cup. As he did so, he thrust his hand into the
cup and quickly took out a piece of paper which he palmed.

The blind beggar thanked and blessed us, and we dodged into a
doorway where Kennedy opened the paper: "Wu Fang gone out."

"What shall we do?" I asked.