"Not in the least. We came down in one of my own sea-going junks. We are now anchored in the Sang River, about two miles from the Glade of Children's Tears. Still, I am not here to give information but to receive it. What news have you of Men-Ching?"
"He left here yesterday morning," answered the other, without moving a muscle of his face.
"Did he not say where he was going?"
"Not a word."
"Strange," said Cheong-Chau. "A surprising circumstance! He knew well enough that you were in our confidence. He ought to have spoken openly to you."
Ah Wu laughed.
"Of course," said he. "Why, it was I myself who arranged the whole matter."
"And what of the other man, Yung How, the Hong-Kong servant?"
"He also is gone."
Cheong-Chau was silent a moment.