The Lieutenant in Chinatown.
The Lieutenant in Chinatown.Through the dim, chasm-like streets Kenyon followed Forrester; and always there clung to him the feeling that there was lurking along, in the thicker shadows behind them, a soft-footed someone whose intentions were as unknown as him- or her-self.
The section was strange to Kenyon. Overhead the mist seemed to cling stickily to a wilderness of fire-escapes, and by degrees the air became impregnated with a peculiar odor.
“It’s decidedly Asiatic,” commented Kenyon, as he sniffed this. “Unless I am very much mistaken we are approaching New York’s Chinatown.”
“You are right,” answered Forrester. “We’ll be in the midst of it in a moment.”
True to his word they suddenly turned a corner, and a little way ahead saw the glare of incandesce
