16. THE MALACCA STICK
In another moment Chan’s inherent good-nature triumphed, and the smile was accomplished.
“You will pardon, Kashimo, if for one instant I was slightly appalled. Can you blame me? I remember our last adventure together—the affair of the dice. But enterprise such as yours is not to be met with a sneeze. I welcome you into present case—which was a most difficult one, even before you arrived.”
“Hearty thanks,” replied the Japanese.
The purser emerged from a near-by doorway, and came rapidly along the deck.
“Oh, Mr. Chan,” he said, “I’ve been looking for you. Just had a chat with the captain and he told me to give you the best I’ve got. There’s a cabin with bath—at the minimum rate, of course. I’m having one of the beds made up. If you’ll bring your bag and follow me—”
