"You will be there, too, Mr. Jameson?" coaxed Elaine, as she told
of their morning's work.

I needed no urging.

We were in the midst of planning the entertainment when a slight
cough behind me made me start and turn quickly.

There stood Long Sin, the astute Chinaman who had delivered the
bomb to Kennedy and had betrayed Bennett. We had seen very little
of him since then.

Long Sin bowed low and shuffled over closer to Kennedy. I noticed
that Elaine eyed Long Sin sharply. But as yet we had seen no
reason to suspect him, so cleverly had he covered his tracks.
Kennedy, having used him once to capture Bennett, was still not
unwilling to use him in attempting to discover where Bennett's
hidden millions lay.

"I am in great trouble, Professor Kennedy," began Long Sin in a
low tone. "You don't know the Chinese of the city, but if you did
you would know what blackmailers there are among them. I have
refused to pay blackmail to the Chong Wah Tong, and since then it
has been trouble, trouble, trouble."

Kennedy looked up quickly at the name Chong Wah Tong, thinking of
the investigation which the Coroner had asked him to make into the
murder. He and Long Sin moved a few steps away, discussing the
affair.