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may be adjudged wise. And for one word he may be adjudged foolish. I have spoken enough.”
“Hold on there!” Barnes cried, for Hung was going out.
“Let him go,” said Mark Drew quickly, and the Chinaman disappeared.
Barnes threw up his hands.
“All right—if you’re handling the case,” he said angrily.
“I should like to, for a few moments,” said Drew, smiling. “Where the mind of an Oriental is concerned, one man’s efforts are as good as another’s.”
“I was on the Chinatown squad ten years,” Barnes retorted. “But if you know more than I do———”
“I know more about Hung perhaps. Mrs. MacShane—go to the kitchen. If Hung starts to come up-stairs by the back way let Sergeant Barnes know at once. He will pass the word on to me. Now, Sergeant, if you will lend me that flashlight you had in the garden———”
