I never dreamed he was Chinese, not that it mattered at all where I was concerned, only one becomes quite accustomed to meeting well-dressed Japanese men in society, but hardly ever a Chinaman.

I thought, too, I remembered his face, which is quite possible, since my husband tells me that this Wong Li Fu was once an attache at the Chinese Embassy.

He spoke excellent English, with a strongly marked lisp; when he said that my daughter wished to see me at the Royal Devonshire Hotel, and that a Dr.Sinnett had sent a car for my convenience, I was mainly concerned in getting him to admit the real cause of his presence, because I naturally assumed that Evelyn had met with an accident.

No sooner had the car started than he seized my wrists, and gave them a queer twist, which seemed to render me powerless for a few seconds.

'If you scream or resist I hurt you--so--only very bad,' he said.