The Dumpling : $b A detective love story of a great labour rising — John Shaqi
The Dumpling : $b A detective love story of a great labour risingKernahan, Coulson
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The Dumpling : $b A detective love story of a great labour rising
Kernahan, Coulson
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 20th century
My reasons for deciding to be frank were based upon no such subtlety.
That I had, quite unintentionally, blundered into a den of criminals,
seemed evident; and undoubtedly the next best thing to do was to get
out. I am not, I hope, altogether a coward, but one man, caught as I
was, like a rat in a trap, is no match for four, possibly for six--for
how was I to know that the two who had been stationed outside the
door, and had apparently departed upon some errand, might not return?
I could not even be positive that they had not been told off to wait
for me in the dark court outside, so that in the event of my managing
to escape unharmed from the house, they might prevent me from reaching
the street. In coming to the place at all, I had beyond question put my
head between the jaws of a lion; and the man who, with his head between
a lion's jaws, plays the fool by trying to twist the beast's tail, must
not be surprised if, within the next two seconds, his own head be not
on speaking, or even on nodding terms, with his own body.
"I don't mind telling you why I'm here," I said civilly. "Why should
I? It is only because I have been asked to write an article on opium
dens for the _Charing Cross Magazine_. The den I visited once before in
Ratcliff Highway has been pulled down, and a big Board School built on
the site. I knew that there were dens somewhere in the neighbourhood of
Limehouse Causeway, but I didn't know exactly where to find them, so I
took the train to Poplar, gave a negro match-seller--who, I guessed,
knew something of the locality--a couple of shillings to take me to
'where they smoked the opium.' He brought me here, where I am, and
where apparently I ought not to be, judging by what you say. If I have
intruded or trespassed, I'm sorry. So, with your kind permission, sir,
I'll say 'Good evening' and take myself off."
"Stop a moment," he said, looking at me more amicably. "Your
explanation is quite straightforward and satisfactory, and now that
you've made it, I don't mind telling you the reason for what you must
have thought strange behaviour on our part.
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