That evening Charlie, knowing himself under suspicion of stealing the jewels, had an intuition that it would be better if Peggy did not visit him at Bennett Street. Therefore at about half-past five, when darkness had fallen, he went along to Mount Street, and there watched outside Sir Polworth's house. After a little while an empty taxi which had evidently been summoned by telephone, stopped at the door, and Peggy, very plainly dressed, got into it and drove away. Another taxi happened to be near, therefore her lover, unable to shout and stop her, got into it and followed her. They went along Piccadilly, and passing Arlington Street, which led into Bennett Street, continued away to the Strand and across the City eastward, until Otley was seized with curiosity as to the girl's destination. Past Aldgate went the taxi and down Commercial Road East, that broad long thoroughfare that leads to the East India Docks. At Limehouse Church the taxi stopped, and Peggy alighted and paid the man. Almost immediately a young man, the cut of whose overcoat and the angle of whose hat at once marked him as a Spaniard, approached her. Otley, full of wonder, had alighted from his taxi at some distance away and was eagerly watching. Peggy and the stranger exchanged a few words, whereupon he started off along a narrow and rather ill-lit road called Three Colt Street, past Limehouse Causeway. Suddenly it occurred to the young man that they were in the center of London's Chinatown! He recollected the escaping Chinaman from Lord Teesdale's house! But why was Peggy there? Surely she was not a drug-taker! The very thought caused him to shudder. Silently he followed the pair before him, and saw them turn into a narrow by-street and halt at a small house. Her conductor knocked on the door four times. And then repeated the summons. The door opened slowly and they entered. Then, when the door was closed again, Peggy's lover crept along and listened at the shutter outside. Why was she there? He stood bewildered. She had promised to call upon him at his rooms, and yet she was there in that low-class house--a veritable den it seemed! The window was closely shuttered, as were all in that mysterious silent thoroughfare--one into which the police would hardly venture to penetrate alone. The young man listened, his ears strained to catch any sound. Suddenly he heard Peggy shriek. He listened breathlessly. Yes, it was her voice raised distinctly. "You!" he heard her cry. "You! You are Tai-K'an! My father has told me of you!" "Ye-es, my lil ladee--you are lil ladee of the Engleesh mandarin!" he heard the reply--the reply of a Chinaman. "I now take my vengeance for my own child as I have each year promised. Give me the pretty jewels. You wanted to sell them, eh? But you will give them to me! I watched you take them from the table while they were all at the party. Your father never thought that Tai-K'an followed you on your country journey, eh?"