"Did you get it?" asked Wu eagerly.
Long Sin showed him the box.
"Hurry, master!" he cried breathlessly, leaping into the car and struggling to take off the helmet as they drove away. "They may be here—at any moment."
The machine was off like a shot and even if we had been able to follow, we could not now have caught it.
Back in Wu's sumptuous apartment, later, Wu and his slave, Long Sin, after their hurried ride, dismissed all the servants and placed the little box on the table. Wu rose and locked the door.
Then, together, they took a sharp instrument and tried to pry off the lid of the box.
The lid flew off. They gazed in eagerly.
Inside was a smaller box, which Wu seized eagerly and opened.
There, on the plush cushion lay merely a round knobbed ring!
Was this the end of their great expectations? Were Bennett's millions merely mythical?