"I shall be fortunate," said Ling Chu; "for prison is life.
Ling Chu on the contrary had a penchant for buses and seemed to enjoy them.
"That is very good," said Ling Chu coolly, and pulled out the handkerchief.
"This will not hurt you," said Ling Chu, and drew four straight lines across the other's breast.
"Get up," said Ling Chu sternly, and, exerting a surprising strength, lifted the man to his feet.
Ling Chu turned him over, unfastened the handcuffs, and methodically bound first one wrist and then the other to the side of the bed.
"I know nothing about Mr. Lyne," interrupted Milburgh, sensing that Ling Chu in some way associated him with Thornton Lyne's misadventures.
Ling Chu gripped the man by one hand and opening the door with the other, pushed him into a room which was barely furnished. Against the wall there was an iron bed, and on to this the man was pushed, collapsing in a heap.