"Well, good-bye."

"Good-bye, Dick. I'm sorry I gummed it up."

"I thought you'd be. Good-bye."

But as Cunningham passed from sight, the man on the cot smiled ironically

at the sun-splashed ceiling. A narrow squeak, but he had come through.

Cunningham, grateful for the sunshine, limped off toward Woosung Road,

grotesquely but incredibly fast for a man with only one sound leg. He

never used a cane, having the odd fancy that a stick would only emphasize

his affliction. He might have taken a 'ricksha this morning, but he never

thought of it until he had crossed Soochow Creek.

But Ling Foo was not in his shop and the door was locked. Cunningham

explored the muddy gutters all the way from Ling Foo's to Moy's tea house,

where the meeting had taken place. He found nothing, and went into Moy's

to wait. Ling Foo would have to pass the restaurant. A boy who knew the

merchant stood outside to watch.

* * * * *

Jane woke at nine. The brightness of the window shade told her that the

sun was clear. She sprang out of bed, a trill of happiness in her throat.

The shops! Oh, the beautiful, beautiful shops!

"China, China, China!" she sang.

She threw up the shade and squinted for a moment. The sun in the heavens

and the reflection on the Whangpoo were blinding. The sampans made her

think of ants, darting, scuttling, wheeling.

"Oh, the beautiful shops!"

Of all the things in the world--this side of the world--worth having,

nothing else seemed comparable to jade--a jade necklace. Not the stone

that looked like dull marble with a greenish pallor--no. She wanted the

deep apple-green jade, the royal, translucent stone. And she knew that she

had as much chance of possessing the real article as she had of taking her

pick of the scattered Romanoff jewels.

Jane held to the belief that when you wished for something you couldn't

have it was niggardly not to wish magnificently.

She dressed hurriedly, hastened through her breakfast of tea and toast and

jam, and was about to sally forth upon the delectable adventure, when

there came a gentle knock on the door. She opened it, rather expecting a

boy to announce that Captain Dennison was below. Outside stood a Chinaman

in a black skirt and a jacket of blue brocade. He was smiling and

kotowing.

"Would the lady like to see some things?"

"Come in," said Jane, readily.

Ling Foo deposited his pack on the floor and opened it. He had heard that

a single woman had come in the night before and, shrewd merchant that he

was, he had wasted no time.




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