“Prisoners? Let us say ‘guests.’ Of course, we will have to see that you are protected at all times. That is why it will be necessary to have you kept in a room guarded by two of my strongest soldiers. You ask how long will you be staying with us?”
Biff nodded his head.
“That, young man, depends on the cooperation I expect to get from you in a matter of great importance.”
“What is it?” Biff asked.
“You will hear, in due time. But first, a few days rest here with us should, I think, do much to show you the absolute necessity of your cooperating.”
Biff didn’t want to think of what the “few days rest” might mean.
“Tell me this,” Ping continued. “Your paying us this visit surely wasn’t only because of your friendship with the House of Kwang. I seem to remember being told of other inquiries your clever young friend made on your behalf.” He motioned toward Chuba as he spoke.
Biff decided on a show of boldness. There was nothing to be gained by cowering before this self-important official.
“You’re right. I have come here in search of my uncle. His name is Charles Keene.”
“So. Well, perhaps I can be of assistance to you. Perhaps the ring you brought with you from so many thousands of miles away will bring you good fortune.”