ight.

"Yes, he's there, all right. He's posing as a buyer for a tea house,
and calls himself Bradley. Lee Fu told me; and Lee Fu is always right."

She stood up and pulled the mandarin coat closer about her thin body.
The coolness of the night air had already chilled her. Then she
squinted carefully about in the darkness.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"I 'm going to get Binhart," was Blake's answer.

He could hear her little childlike murmur of laughter.

"You 're brave, white man," she said, with a hand on his arm. She was
silent for a moment, before she added; "And I think you 'll get him."

"Of course I 'll get him," retorted Blake, buttoning his coat. The
fires had been relighted on the cold hearth of his resolution. It came
to him only as an accidental after-thought that he had met an unknown
woman and had passed through strange adventures with her and was now
about to pass out of her life again, forever.

"What 'll you do?" he asked.

Again he heard the careless little laugh.

"Oh, I 'll slip down through the Quarter and cop some clothes
somewhere. Then I 'll have a sampan take me out to the German boat.
It 'll start for Canton at daylight."

"And then?" asked Blake, watching the window of the Luiz Camoes
lodging-house below him.

"Then I 'll work my way up to Port Arthur, I suppose. There 's a navy
man there who 'll help me!"

"Have n't you any money?" Blake put the question a little uneasily.

Again he felt the careless coo of laughter.

"Feel!" she said. She caught his huge hand between hers and pressed it
against her waist line. She rubbed his fingers along what he accepted
as a tightly packed coin-belt. He was relieved to think that he would
not have to offer her money. Then he peered over the coping tiles to
make sure of his means of descent.

"You had better go first," she said, as she leaned out and looked down
at his side. "Crawl down this next roof to the end there. At the
corner, see, is the end of the ladder."

He stooped and slipped his feet into his shoes. Then he let himself
cautiously down to the adjoining roof, steeper even than the one on
which they had stood. She bent low over the tiles, so that her face
was very close to his as he found his footing and stood there.

"Good-by, white man," she whispered.

"Good-by!" he whispered back, as he worked his way cautiously and
ponderously along that perilous slope.

She leaned there, watching him as h