“We all have work,” declared Ling Soo. “Green Eyes has spoken. It is for me to watch and act; that the time may come when Foy shall strike. You, brother from China, have your work there.”
Foo Chow nodded approvingly.
The room was almost deserted. Foo Chow observed the fact and bowed to Ling Soo. Then the actor left by the door.
When he had gone, Ling Soo spoke to Foy. Followed by his silent servant, the leader of the Wu-Fan made his exit.
One man alone remained. He was seated in his chair, thoughtful and still. He was a sinister figure in that flickering light. He was looking straight ahead and, as he gazed, his eyes glowed and flashed their sparkles of green light. They were eyes that held a dominating sway.
The light in the room went out. But in the semigloom that still remained, the dull glow of two green spots was visible. Those spots moved upward and across the room. They marked the progress of Green Eyes, as he, too, made his departure from the meeting place.
The members of the inner shrine had made their plan. The dragonmen, who controlled the Wu-Fan as their pawn, had plotted death tonight.
Green Eyes had spoken!
The silent, secret room was devoid of occupants. Far above it, on the roof of the Mukden Theater, a huge, illuminated sign flashed forth into the night. The uppermost circle of light upon that sign was a blank space now. Two glowing bulbs of green had been extinguished.
No longer did the call of Green Eyes beckon to the few who knew its meaning. When next it sent its message through the night, its words would be the call of death!