“Ah, yes. You remember everything, Luke. By the way” — the old man became suddenly apprehensive — “are you sure that all is well? You are careful when you come and go? You are sure no—”
“I use the utmost caution, sir. I went to Loy Rook’s that one night, as you ordered. I am watchful when I mail the letters.”
“Very good,” said the old man. “You are faithful, Luke. You have always been faithful.”
“You have been very good to me, sir.”
“Ah, yes. Perhaps. But you are faithful. You have helped me in my great work. You have helped me wonderfully. You bring every letter that comes to me. You mail all that I give you. Every envelope is destroyed.
“That one I just burned — had you noticed it, it would not have been on my desk. I am forgetful, Luke. I am getting old. I was young once. I saw much. In China, when you were a little boy.”
“You saw my father die.”
“Yes. I looked on without moving while he was beheaded with twenty others. Then I took you, Luke. Everywhere with me. I have been a father to you, Luke.”
“You have, sir.”
“Luke” — a serious expression came over the old man’s face — “Luke, you must not stay here. Go back and see that all is well. The steel door in your room. It must be barred. Keep it that way always.”