For the first time since Gordon King had entered the palace of Beng Kher as a guest he was confronted with the realisation that the ornate apparel and trappings that had been furnished him had included no weapons of defence; and now as he saw the hanging bulging mysteriously before his eyes he stepped quickly toward it, prepared to meet either friend or foe with his bare hands. He saw the bulging fold move slowly behind the fabric toward its outer edge, and he followed it, ready for any eventuality. With a quick movement the margin of the fabric was pulled aside as Hamar, the slave, stepped into the room, and at the same instant King seized him by the throat.
Recognition was instantaneous and, with a smile, the American released the slave and stepped back. "I did not know whom to expect, Hamar," he said.
"You were well to be prepared for an enemy, master," said the slave in low tones, "for you have powerful ones in Pnom Dhek."
"What brings you here, Hamar, in secrecy and in such mystery?" demanded King.
"Are you alone?" asked Hamar in a whisper.
"Yes."
"Then my mission is fulfilled," said Hamar. "I do but ensure the safety and the secrecy of another who follows me."
Again the hanging bulged as someone passed behind it; and an instant later Fou-tan stood before Gordon King, while the slave, Hamar, bowing low, withdrew.
"Fou-tan!" exclaimed Gordon King, taking a step toward the girl.
"My Gordon King!" whispered Fou-tan as his arms closed about her.