Ling Soo rapped once. He paused and rapped again. A door slid up into the ceiling. The leader of the Wu-Fan entered, followed by his minion.
A small group of men were seated about the room. Their forms were barely visible, for the room was shrouded in gloom.
These persons were awaiting the arrival of others. Ling Soo and Foy joined the group.
Here, Ling Soo was no chieftain. He was one of a select few. That was all. A rap at the door. Another man was admitted. The circle was complete.
A light came on at the top of the room. It was a peculiar, flickering glow that cast an odd hue over the assembled men.
It showed them clad in long robes, much like the black attire that Ling Soo wore. But it made faces difficult to distinguish. Yellow and white, alike, were toned with a strange, colorless pallor.
One member of the group spoke a single word in the Chinese language. All turned in his direction. At first glance, he was no different from the rest. But as the combined gaze was focused upon him, a strange oddity asserted itself.
The man’s eyes shone a brilliant green!
There was mystery in their glare — a strange, unaccountable mystery. The glow from those eyes sparkled in the light. It seemed to be a flashing, living flame! It disappeared at moments; then returned.
Green Eyes!