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O Mr. Tyler, in Shanghai, had come a young Chinese student full of grievances about a rickshaw that never arrived. He had been obliged to go to the steamer, after all, and had missed it. He had spent the night in Natigpoo; it had all been most inconvenient. Mr. Tyler managed to draw the whole story from him, in bits, and then he anxiously despatched a message to Nangpoo for Huen. Huen, in his answer, was gravely astounded and much concerned. He had no knowledge of such a plan. He blamed himself deeply for not seeing that the young men had a more efficient guard and that they boarded the steamer safely. He was covered with despair and remorse and beat his miserable breast. He was doing all in his power to trace the unfortunate descendants of the honorable Ingram.

Mr. Tyler threw down the letter and dropped 180