It was immediately opened by a young Chinaman in a white native dress.
The room was quite a large one, well fitted up with comfortable American furniture.
It looked what it actually was, a club-room. Several Chinamen, mostly in American dress, were sitting or standing in groups.
One came forward looking questioningly at Harry.
Lung said something, apparently vouching for him as a friend, and the man walked away.
Nobody else spoke to them.
Going up to a handsome buffet, Lung poured out tea for himself and Harry, helping him also to sweetmeats and Chinese cakes.
"Is this just a business club?" asked Young King Brady.
"Just that and nothing else," was the reply; "there are several clubs meeting down here. While the members are all part of one grand organization, these clubs are organized for different purposes, and a man may belong to one without belonging to another or knowing anything about the others. That's the way we work it."
"Is your man here?"