watch last night or poor Mrs. Sims's cough is worse. . . . Proceed, Violet; don't be diffident."
The man addressed as "Kato" knocked a piece off the chessboard he was studying and stooped to pick it up again before he replied. Then he looked from one to the other with a face singularly devoid of expression.
"Perhaps. Who says?" he replied in his quaintly-ordered phrases. "If it is to be, my friend, it will be."
"Besides, Hugh," put in Violet, with a faint dash of spirit, "it isn't really quite so touch-and-go as that. If Sims comes before Hulse has left, Kato can easily slip out and change coats then."
Darragh was already on his restless way towards the door. Apparently he did not think it worth while to reply to either of the speakers, but his expression, especially when his eyes turned to Violet, was one of active contempt. As the door closed after him, Kato sprang to his feet and his impassive look gave place to one almost of menace. His hands clenched unconsciously and with slow footsteps he seemed to be drawn on in pursuit. A little laugh, mirthless and bitter, from the couch, where Violet had seated herself, recalled him.
"Is it true, Katie," she asked idly, "that you are really the greatest ju-jitsuist outside Japan?"
"Polite other people say so," replied the Japanese, his voice at once gentle and deprecating.
"And yet you cannot keep down even your little temper!"
Kato thought this over for a moment; then he crossed to the couch and stood regarding the girl with his usual impenetrable gravity.
"On contrary, I can keep down my temper very well," he said seriously. "I can keep it so admirably that I, whose ancestors were Samurai and very high nobles, have been able to become thief and swindler and"—his mov-
