THE DAUGHTER OF HUANG CHOW 

I 

"DIAMOND FRED" 

In the saloon bar of a public-house, situated only a few hundred
yards from the official frontier of Chinatown, two men sat at a
small table in a corner, engaged in earnest conversation.  They
afforded a sharp contrast.  One was a thick-set and rather
ruffianly looking fellow, not too cleanly in either person or
clothing, and, amongst other evidences that at one time he had
known the prize ring, possessing a badly broken nose.  His
companion was dressed with that spruceness which belongs to the
successful East End Jew; he was cleanly shaven, of slight build,
and alert in manner and address. 

Having ordered and paid for two whiskies and sodas, the Jew,