YSOLA CAMBER.

The Chinaman was watching me, that strangely pathetic expression in his
eyes, and:

"Tell your mistress that I quite understand and will write to her," I
said.

"Hoi, hoi."

Ah Tsong turned, and ran swiftly off, as I pursued my way back to
Cray's Folly in a mood which I shall not attempt to describe.




CHAPTER XV

UNREST



I sat in Paul Harley's room. Luncheon was over, and although, as on the
previous day, it had been a perfect repast, perfectly served, the sense
of tension which I had experienced throughout the meal had made me
horribly ill at ease.

That shadow of which I have spoken elsewhere seemed to have become
almost palpable. In vain I had ascribed it to a morbid imagination:
persistently it lingered.