And that settled it, so far as Keaton-Yeats was concerned. He drove them to the Kowloon ferry, but suggested that they take a walla-walla in view of their disreputable appearance. As they shook hands all around, he said, "Oddest thing. To me, the most curious business was that chap who watched us. Not the Eurasian. Another one. It was because of him that we suspected new recruits for our pirate friends were on the way." "What did he look like?" Rick asked. "Can't say. We never did see his face. Or any of him, for that matter. Somewhere up the alley was an open door, and he was standing in it, against the light. At least I believe that was the case, for all we saw was his shadow. A most unusual shadow, at that. It was so long and thin that it looked like a pole with a head and limbs. Our Eurasian friend was a bit disturbed by it, too, for he mumbled something about blowing the creature's head off if he stepped out of his doorway." "But you didn't see anything except the shadow?" Scotty asked. "Not a blessed thing. There was just that form, outlined in light, stretching clear across the alley. It was uncanny, because to cast a shadow such as that the bloke must have been ten feet high and no thicker than a pencil!" They had found the Golden Mouse. Now another bit of Chahda's cable had come to life. Rick's lips formed the words. "Long Shadow!" CHAPTER VIII Long Shadow "Wheels within wheels and all of them turning merrily," Zircon said. "I am absolutely appalled at how little we know of what is going on." The three of them, refreshed by showers, were in the hotel dining room having a late snack. "Anyway, we have friends working for us," Scotty pointed out. "I think our British pal did just as he said. He found out that the Golden Mouse was not the sort of place for a couple of American tourists and decided to go there in case we needed help." Rick agreed. "And thank heaven he did. But I have a couple of questions, besides the biggest one of all." "The biggest one being: Where is Chahda?" Scotty added. "Right. Also, I want to know why that motorboat appearing on the scene and flashing a searchlight made the junk gang jump us." "I'm only speculating," Zircon replied, "but mightn't that have been a police boat on regular patrol? The junk gang would know it, I presume, and they might decide to get us tied up and under cover, just in case the police came too close." "That's reasonable," Rick agreed. "We'll probably never know for sure, and that's as good an answer as any. Now, my next question is: Who was the Eurasian who got together with Keaton-Yeats?" "You don't suppose it was Chahda?" Scotty suggested. "Couldn't have been," Zircon replied. "Chahda wouldn't have faded away as soon as we got to shore. I can't imagine who the stranger was, except that he apparently was a friend. Also, I think it's clear that Canton Charlie certainly is not a friend, since our asking for Chahda resulted in our being kidnaped, or close to it."