"I thought you"d be. Good-bye."
But as Cunningham pa.s.sed from sight, the man on the cot smiled ironically at the sun-splashed ceiling. A narrow squeak, but he had come through.
Cunningham, grateful for the sunshine, limped off toward Woosung Road, grotesquely but incredibly fast for a man with only one sound leg. He never used a cane, having the odd fancy that a stick would only emphasize his affliction. He might have taken a "ricksha this morning, but he never thought of it until he had crossed Soochow Creek.
But Ling Foo was not in his shop and the door was locked. Cunningham explored the muddy gutters all the way from Ling Foo"s to Moy"s tea house, where the meeting had taken place. He found nothing, and went into Moy"s to wait. Ling Foo would have to pa.s.s the restaurant. A boy who knew the merchant stood outside to watch.
Jane woke at nine. The brightness of the window shade told her that the sun was clear. She sprang out of bed, a trill of happiness in her throat.
The shops! Oh, the beautiful, beautiful shops!
"China, China, China!" she sang.
She threw up the shade and squinted for a moment. The sun in the heavens and the reflection on the Whangpoo were blinding. The sampans made her think of ants, darting, scuttling, wheeling.
"Oh, the beautiful shops!"
Of all the things in the world--this side of the world--worth having, nothing else seemed comparable to jade--a jade necklace. Not the stone that looked like dull marble with a greenish pallor--no. She wanted the deep apple-green jade, the royal, translucent stone. And she knew that she had as much chance of possessing the real article as she had of taking her pick of the scattered Romanoff jewels.
Jane held to the belief that when you wished for something you couldn"t have it was n.i.g.g.ardly not to wish magnificently.
She dressed hurriedly, hastened through her breakfast of tea and toast and jam, and was about to sally forth upon the delectable adventure, when there came a gentle knock on the door. She opened it, rather expecting a boy to announce that Captain Dennison was below. Outside stood a Chinaman in a black skirt and a jacket of blue brocade. He was smiling and kotowing.
"Would the lady like to see some things?"
"Come in," said Jane, readily.
Ling Foo deposited his pack on the floor and opened it. He had heard that a single woman had come in the night before and, shrewd merchant that he was, he had wasted no time.
"Furs!" cried Jane, reaching down for the Manchurian sable. She blew aside the top fur and discovered the smoky down beneath. She rubbed her cheek against it ecstatically. She wondered what devil"s lure there was about furs and precious stones that made women give up all the world for them.
Was that madness hidden away in her somewhere?
"How much?"
She knew beforehand that the answer would render the question utterly futile.
"A hundred Mex," said Ling Foo. "Very cheap."
"A hundred Mex?" That would be nearly fifty dollars in American money.
With a sigh she dropped the fur. "Too much for me. How much is that Chinese jacket?"
"Twenty Mex."
Jane carried it over to the window.
"I will give you fifteen for it."
"All right."
Ling Foo was willing to forego his usual hundred per cent. profit in order to start the day with a sale. Then he spread out the gra.s.s linen.
Jane went into raptures over some of the designs, but in the end she shook her head. She wanted something from Shanghai, something from Hong-Kong, something from Yokohama. If she followed her inclination she would go broke here and now.
"Have you any jade? Understand, I"m not buying. Just want to see some."
"No, lady; but I can bring you some this afternoon."
"I warn you, I"m not buying."
"I shall be glad to show the lady. What time shall I call?"
"Oh, about tea time."
Ling Foo reached inside his jacket and produced a string of cut-gla.s.s beads.
"How pretty! What are they?"
"Gla.s.s."
Jane hooked the string round her neck and viewed the result in the mirror. The sunshine, striking the facets, set fire to the beads. They were really lovely. She took a sudden fancy to them.
"How much?"
"Four Mex." It was magnanimous of Ling Foo.
"I"ll take them." They were real, anyhow. "Bring your jade at tea time and call for Miss Norman. I can"t give you any more time."
"Yes, lady."
Ling Foo bundled up his a.s.sorted merchandise and trotted away infinitely relieved. The whole affair was off his hands. In no wise could the police bother him now. He knew nothing; he would know nothing until he met his honourable ancestors.
From ten until three Jane, under the guidance of Captain Dennison, stormed the shops on the Bunds and Nanking Road; but in returning to the Astor House she realized with dismay that she had expended the major portion of her ammunition in this offensive. She doubted if she would have enough to buy a kimono in j.a.pan. It was dreadful to be poor and to have a taste for luxury and an eye for beauty.
"Captain," she said as they sat down to tea, "I"m going to ask one more favour."
"What is it?"
"A Chinaman is coming with some jade. If I"m alone with him I"m afraid I"ll buy something, and I really can"t spend another penny in Shanghai."
"I see. Want me to shoo him off in case his persistence is too much for you."
"Exactly. It"s very nice of you."
"Greatest pleasure in the world. I wish the job was permanent--shooing "em away from you."
She sent him a quick sidelong glance, but he was smiling. Still, there was something in the tone that quickened her pulse. All nonsense, of course; both of them stony, as the Britishers put it; both of them returning to the States for bread and b.u.t.ter.