Earl Derr Biggers,
The Agony Column
“ I take it that you remember and could identify the chap who called himself Archibald Enwright—the man who gave you that letter to the captain?” “I surely could,” said I. “Then, if you can spare me an hour, get your hat.” And so it happens, lady of the Carlton, that I have just been to Limehouse. You do not know where Limehouse is and I trust you never will. It is picturesque; it is revolting; it is colorful and wicked. The weird odors of it still fill my nostrils; the sinister portrait of it is still before my eyes. It is the Chinatown of London—Limehouse. ”
