“I do gather that,” Hutchins said, “and partly because I spent last night—what was left of it—in his room, and made use of his bed and bath. One can judge a man by such things, and I gathered that he was of decent, even refined habits—yet, of course, that does not preclude his being a criminal.”
Hutchins spoke thoughtfully; and added, “Also, he has a jolly good sort of servant.”
“What sort?” said Barham.
“A Chinese boy; devoted to his master, neat and efficient, and about as talkative as a steamed clam.”
“Still, he ought to be made to tell you of Locke,” Nelson said.
“Yes—but after all, it isn’t so important to be told about Locke as to find him.”
“Telling of him may lead to finding him.”
“It may, but I don’t think the Chinese can tell anything of importance. I’m quite sure he doesn’t know where Locke is. But we’ll find him yet. That I do feel sure of.”
