Chapter 37 Ling Chu Returns

Tarling dropped the telephone receiver on its hook and had sunk into a chair with a groan. His face was white--whiter than the prisoner's who sat opposite him, and he seemed to have gone old all of a sudden."What is it?" asked Whiteside quietly. "Who was the man?""Stay," said Tarling. "Stay. He has Odette! It's awful, awful!"Whiteside, thoughtful