I slackened my pace to glance for a moment at the non-skidding device on the back tire, and as I passed on I saw the door of the little restaurant open, and a tall _commissionnaire_ hurried out.

He held open the door of the car and stood at attention.
Two men issued from the restaurant and crossed the pavement.

I turned deliberately round to watch them--vulgar curiosity, perhaps, but a curiosity which I never regretted.

The first man--tall and powerful--wore the splendid dress and black silk cap of a Chinese of high rank.

The man who followed him was Delora.