"
"It beats me," said Dunbar, reflectively, "how masons, plumbers,
decorators, and all the other artisans necessary for a job of that
description, could have been kept quiet."
"Foreigners!" said Sowerby triumphantly. "I'll undertake to say there
wasn't an Englishman on the job. The whole of the gang was probably
imported from abroad somewhere, boarded and lodged during the day-time
in the neighborhood of Limehouse, and watched by Mr. Ho-Pin or somebody
else until the job was finished; then shipped back home again. It's
easily done if money is no object."
"That's right enough," agreed Dunbar; "I have no doubt you've hit upon
the truth. But now that the place has been dismantled, what does it
look like? I haven't had time to come down myself, but I intend to do so
before it's closed up."
"Well," said Sowerby, turning over a page of his notebook, "it looks
like a series of vaults, and the Rev. Mr. Firmingham, a local vicar whom
I got to inspect it this morning, assures me, positively, that it's a
crypt."
"A crypt!" exclaimed Dunbar, fixing his eyes upon his subordinate.
"A crypt--exactly. A firm dealing in grease occupied the warehouse
before Kan-Suh Concessions rented it, and they never seem to have
suspected that the place possessed any cellars.
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