” Courtlaw seemed about to say something. She would come and sit cross-legged just beyond the bamboo curtain and silently watch him at work. His face, as he looked down where his hand sought for a weapon concealed in her petticoat, was so close that she could see only the line of his firm jaw, the drag of his powdered hair that drew it into the military pigtail, and the black ribbon that adorned it. He would have to return to Hong-Kong; and his trail would be picked up the moment he set foot on the Praya.
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