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 should you say was the nature of the relations between Hung and my father? Were they as friendly as ever?”

Carlotta Drew stared at him coldly. She had not forgotten his recent snub of her; she never would.

“Your father and Hung were master and servant,” she said. “That’s all I know. I made no effort to pry into your father’s private affairs. I felt that the details would be too—unsavory.”

“Mr. Winthrop”—Drew turned to me—“you said a while ago that there were only two men who had access to your luggage in the stateroom of the China boat—my father and Doctor Parker. On second thoughts—wasn’t there one other?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “It had not occurred to me before, but Hung—Hung was frequently there. He spent the morning there to-day, packing your father’s bags.”

“Nonsense!” said Detective Barnes decisively. “This birthday party is a false Rh