the explanation. The nakodo said curtly that he did not believe it.
Not believe what Mr. B. F. Pinkerton had said!
Cho-Cho-San was exasperated. The engaging smile had been wasted. She flung the blue-eyed baby up before him.
"Well, then, do you believe that?"
She laughed almost malignantly. The marriage-broker gulped down this fearful indignity as best he might. He hoped there were not going to be any more such women in Japan as the result of foreign marriages. Still, even this phase of the situation had been discussed with his client.
"But Yamadori, who was bred to the law, tells me that our law prevails in such a matter, the marriage having taken place here."
She gave a gasp, and cried like a savage wounded animal:
"Yamadori—lies!"
The nakodo was silenced. She crushed the baby so fiercely to her breast that he began to cry.
"Sh!" she commanded harshly. He looked up for an incredulous instant, then burrowed his head affrightedly into her
