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Yin. He interlinked his fingers. "So how can I help you today?"
    "We have a problem at the apartment where the drugs were left," said Inspector Zhang. "We seem to have mislaid them."
    Mr. Yin's forehead creased into a frown. "Mislaid?" he said.
    "They have vanished," said Inspector Zhang. "Into thin air it appears."
    "But that's impossible."
    "I quite agree," said Inspector Zhang.
    The secretary appeared with a tray of tea things. She poured them each a small cup of jasmine tea and then went back to her files. Inspector Zhang inhaled the perfumed fragrance and then sipped his tea.
    "Now I gather that you had made similar deliveries before," said Inspector Zhang.
    "Not me personally," said Mr. Yin. "But our company has."
    "Why did you handle the delivery yourself on this occasion?"
    "We thought it would be safer to have as few people involved as possible," said Inspector Kwok. "Mr. Yin owns the company so he offered to help rather than send one of his delivery staff."
    "So Inspector Kwok had explained to you that there was heroin in the boxes?"
    Mr. Yin nodded. "So you can imagine how horrified I was," he said. "To have my company used in that manner, by drug smugglers. How dare they? I run a reputable business, Inspector Zhang, we pay our taxes, we obey the rules and regulations and believe me in this business there are more rules than you can shake a stick at."
    "I am sure there are," said Inspector Zhang. "Now please tell me, this was the first time that you had delivered boxes to this particular apartment?"
    "It was a different apartment for each delivery," said Mr. Yin. "But always in Geylang."
    "And what did you think they contained?"
    "It was always industrial coatings. In powder form."
    "And is it normal to deliver industrial coatings to an apartment?"
    "A lot of small businesses are run from home," said Mr. Yin. "And this was a relatively small delivery."
    "And always the same arrangement for the deliveries? The key under the mat?"
    Mr. Yin nodded. "We were emailed instructions each time. We were given an address and told to leave the boxes inside."
    "Isn't that unusual?" asked Inspector Zhang.
    "As I said, delivering small consignments to apartments is not unusual," said Mr. Yin.
    "But leaving keys under mats. Is that not unusual?"
    "I suppose so," said Mr. Yin. "Though we often leave deliveries with neighbours."
    "Even so…"
    "You have to understand, Inspector Zhang. We handle dozens of deliveries every day, from single boxes to full containers. This was a relatively small job for us, the paperwork was all in order and they were a regular customer who also paid promptly. We had no reason to suspect that something untoward was going on."
    "I understand that," said Inspector Zhang.
    "Obviously if we had known…"    Mr. Yin shrugged and left the sentence unfinished.
    "I am sure," said Inspector Zhang. He looked at his wristwatch. "I wonder if I might ask you for just a little more co-operation, Mr. Yin."
    "Of course. Anything."
    "Would you mind coming back to the apartment so that we can run through what happened?"
    "I don't understand." Mr. Yin looked over at Inspector Zhang.   "I thought you just needed my help to deliver the boxes."
    "It will not take very long," said Inspector Zhang. "We can drive you there. We have a Lexus."
    "If it's absolutely necessary, I suppose I could spare the time," said Mr. Yin, reluctantly. "But I am very busy. This is our busy time of the year."
    "We will not take too much of your time, Mr. Yin," said Inspector Zhang. He stood up and waved at the door. "The sooner we leave, the sooner we'll be finished."
    They went outside and this time Inspector Zhang got into the back of the car with Sergeant Lee while Mr. Yin climbed into the front with Inspector Kwok. They drove back to Geylang in silence.   Inspector Kwok parked the car and they walked together into the apartment block.
    "This is the way you came on that day?" asked Inspector Zhang.
    Mr. Yin nodded.   "Yes. We had trolleys.