Florence Huyler took one look atthe Chinaman. He was wearing a longyellow coat and carrying a huge yellow umbrella.His back was toward her.
“I can’t be sure,” she whispered. “If—”
She paused, uncertainly. In a moment hewould move, and then she would know—byhis ears.
Again, for a moment, she gave herself overto a study of the magnificent panorama thatlay before her. She was poised, like a pigeonin a belfry, but oh, so high u