Chai Jie let Gao Xiaoliu and Duan San into the courtyard, poking his head out to look around for a moment before closing the main gate. He turned back to the two and asked, "Which constable was it who questioned you?"
Gao Xiaoliu pretended to think for a moment. "He was a big guy, well-built, looked like he was under twenty. I'd never seen him before, so he must be new."
Duan San, trying to claim credit, said, "That guy was real fierce. Asked me a whole bunch of questions. Good thing I remembered what you told me, or I'm afraid I would've slipped up."
Chai Jie frowned. "What did he ask?"
Gao Xiaoliu rubbed his temples and cried out, "Ouch, my head hurts a little. I can't seem to remember."
Chai Jie's gaze shifted to Duan San.
Duan San scratched his head. "Look at this memory of mine. It's only been one night, and I've already forgotten everything."
Chai Jie took a deep breath, pulled two silver ingots from his robe, and gave one to each of them. "Remember now?"
