“He is here,” declared Loy Rook.
“In the doorway?”
“Yes. Here” — Loy Rook pointed to the first light in the row — “he was at the door on the street. Here, at the second floor. Here, at the entrance. The next light will show. When it comes on, the man will be in the trap.”
“He’s been waiting a long while,” was Sneaks Rubin’s comment.
“They always wait,” declared Loy Rook solemnly. “Perhaps he is looking at my joss.”
“You mean that brass statue?”
“It is made of bronze,” corrected Loy Rook. “It is very valuable. The solid metal in it weighs nearly two hundred pounds.”
An exclamation came from Sneaks. The final light had turned on! Loy Rook smiled benignly.
“He is in the trap,” he declared. “Watch!”
He pointed to three larger bulbs, each marked by a Chinese character. They were figures, symbolizing the numbers one, two, and three. Two were lighted. The third came on while Loy Rook spoke.