--I think he is called Stringer--"...
"You met US!" exclaimed Sowerby.
"My sense of humor quite overcoming me," replied M. Max, "I even tried
to swindle you. I think I did the trick very badly!"
Dunbar and Sowerby were staring at one another amazedly.
"It was in the corner of a public house billiard-room," added the
Frenchman, with twinkling eyes; "I adopted the ill-used name of Levinsky
on that occasion."...
Dunbar began to punch his left palm and to stride up and down the floor;
whilst Sowerby, his blue eyes opened quite roundly, watched M. Max as a
schoolboy watches an illusionist.
"Therefore," continued M. Max, "I shall ask you to have a party ready on
Tuesday night in Limehouse Causeway--suitably concealed, of course;
and as I am almost sure that the haunt of Mr. King is actually upon the
riverside (I heard one little river sound as I was coming away) a launch
party might cooperate with you in affecting the raid."
"The raid!" said Dunbar, turning from a point by the window, and looking
back at the Frenchman. "Do you seriously tell me that we are going to
raid Mr. King's on Tuesday night?"
"Most certainly," was the confident reply. "I had hoped to form one
of the raiding party; but nom d'un nom!"--he shrugged, in his graceful
fashion--"I must be one of the rescued!"
"Of the rescued!"
"You see I visited that establishment as a smoker of opium".
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