"
Ah Cum shrugged. Never had
he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been
sufficient to cower her. “I see the difficulty. A
detective will be here in a few moments to make inquiries into this affair. ‘Do you think I do not know? If this pig has not done so, there would be no
need for me to do it. Sooner or later she’s going to run away again, and I
want Frith to follow her and find out where she’s living. But I have not done so, and will not. When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons
the justice it deserves; he will picture the orderly evening scene about the
Imperial Legislature in convincing detail, the coming and going of cabs and
motor-cabs and broughams through the chill, damp evening into New Palace
Yard, the reinforced but untroubled and unsuspecting police about the entries of
those great buildings whose square and panelled Victorian Gothic streams up
from the glare of the lamps into the murkiness of the night; Big Ben shining
overhead, an unassailable beacon, and the incidental traffic of Westminster, cabs,
carts, and glowing omnibuses going to and from the bridge. "
CHAPTER XVIII.
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