xix
AS soon as she could next morning she rang Townsend up at his office.
“Yes, what is it?”
“I want to see you.”
“My dear, I’m awfully busy. I’m a working man.”
“It’s very important. Can I come down to the office?”
“Oh, no, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Well, come here then.”
“I can’t possibly get away. What about this afternoon? And don’t you think it would be better if I didn’t come to your house?”
“I must see you at once.”
There was a pause and she was afraid that she had been cut off.
“Are you there?” she asked anxiously.
“Yes, I was thinking. Has anything happened?”
“I can’t tell you over the telephone.”
There was another silence before he spoke again.
“Well, look here, I can manage to see you for ten minutes at one if that’ll do. You’d better go to Ku-Chou’s and I’ll come along as soon as I can.”
“The curio shop?” she asked in dismay.
“Well, we can’t meet in the lounge at the Hong-Kong Hotel very well,” he answered.
She noticed a trace of irritation in his voice.
“Very well. I’ll go to Ku-Chou’s.”