The Case for the Crown by Fred M. White — Read

Archenfield, sitting there in his library, weighing the theories that he had been weaving about the case of Cecil Molyneux, paid little or no attention, for the moment, to Chim Fang's telephone message from Lyddmouth. He knew perfectly well that his faithful Chinese henchman would not have asked him to go into the big seaport unless he had had some pressing reason. He trusted Chim Fang implicitly, for the stolid Oriental had been his right-hand man now for years, and Archenfield had learned to appreciate his many sterling qualities. He was absolutely trustworthy; he would have lain down his life cheerfully for the man to whom he owed so much, and he was in every way an admirable coadjutor in the work which Archenfield had in hand.

Moreover, Chim Fang possessed all the subtle mental qualities of his race. He rarely spoke unless spoken to, and when invited to give his opinion he expressed himself in the fewest possible words. There had been many times when he had made suggestions of the greatest possible value. In his quiet way he watched every movement in the case, and it is no exaggeration to say that he could see as far into the heart of a mystery as Archenfield. Beyond question Chim Fang had stumbled upon some clue of importance which he wanted Archenfield to see for himself, or he would never have asked him to go into Lyddmouth.