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business.”
    He took a long sip of his own tea. I noticed how he deftly pushed the wispy strands of his mustache out of the way as he drank.
    “I should let you know immediately that I don’t handle divorce cases,” I said.
    This elicited the ghost of a smile. “Chinese have no need for divorce cases,” he said. “Private life is kept private. Don’t your people have a saying, ‘a man’s home is his castle’? This we too believe.”
    “So if it’s not a divorce case, then what is it?” I persisted.
    “Such an impatient young woman,” he said. “You would not make suitable bride for Chinese man.”
    “Then it’s lucky I’m marrying a fellow Irishman.”
    “I know. The famous Captain Sullivan.”
    I must have shown my surprise because he said, “Do you think I would not have my people do a thorough search on a person I wished to hire? So one thing I have to know before you and I proceed with this matter—do you discuss your business with your future husband?”
    “Absolutely not,” I said. “My business dealings are entirely confidential. Whatever is spoken between you and me goes no further than this room.”
    “Ah, so. This is what my spies tell me about you, but I wanted to hear it for myself. I had to make sure you were trustworthy. This is a matter of great delicacy.”
    By now I was almost ready to grab him and yell, “Tell me what it is, for God’s sake!” but I practiced my newfound patience a little longer. I was certainly intrigued by him. Even if we had met somewhere other than in this elaborate room, I would have assumed him to be a man of power.
    He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. “I wish you to recover a precious possession that has gone missing.” I noted that he could not say the r in the word “precious.” It came out closer to “plecious.”
    I digested what he had just said before asking him, “When you say missing, do you mean that you have mislaid it or that it has been taken from you?”
    “Both,” he said.
    “Stolen, you mean?”
    “In a way. Taken. Carried off.”
    “Mr. Lee,” I said, “if something has been stolen from your residence, then surely this is a matter for the police.”
    “The police?” His lip curled in an expression of disdain. “Do you think that the New York police will help me recover a lost item? Do you think they would come to the aid of a Chinese person, even if that person is as prominent in the community as Lee Sing Tai? They stand by when we are beaten by thugs. We have to pay them protection money if we want them to patrol our streets, to prevent our shop windows from being smashed. No, I could not call upon the police in this matter. Besides, I do not think they could help me.”
    “I don’t see how I could help you recover a stolen object,” I said.
    “You are a lady detective, is that not correct?”
    “Well, yes, that is correct,” I said.
    “And should a detective not have the skill to pick up the trail of a missing possession?”
    “Might I know what is this possession you speak about?”
    “To begin with, I will show you this,” he said. He reached across to a side table, took a brocade envelope from it, and opened it carefully, drawing out a large medallion of carved dark green stone. “Examine it carefully,” he said.
    He handed it to me. It felt cool to the touch, almost as big as my hand and carved with strange curling, intertwined beasts. It was attached to a chain of heavy gold by an ornate gold clasp.
    “The missing piece is identical to this?” I asked.
    “Not identical. The missing piece depicts the dragon and the phoenix—the beasts of good luck and good health,” he said. “But it is the same dark green emperor jade and the gold work is the same. You will know it if you see it. There are few pieces of such quality in this country.”
    I turned the piece over in my hand. It was still remarkably cool. “Do you have any suspicion about who might have stolen it?”
    “We will not