No. II.- THE ADVENTURE OF THE DARTMOOR BUNGALOW.
"But where are we going?" I inquired for about the tenth time.
Poirot loves being mysterious. He will never part with a piece of information until the last possible moment. In this instance, having taken successively a 'bus and two trains, and arrived in the neighbourhood of one of London's most depressing southern suburbs, he consented at last to explain matters.
“We go, Hastings, to see the one man in England who knows most of the underground life of China."
“Indeed? Who is he?”
“A man you have never heard of a Mr. John Ingles. To all intents and purposes, he is a retired Civil Servant of mediocre intellect with a house full of Chinese curios with which he bores his friends and acquaintances. Nevertheless, I am assured by those who sh
