Ling Soo clapped his hands. Foy came gliding forward, carrying the brass image of the dragon. He held it between the other men.
Ling Soo placed his finger upon the dragon’s head; then raised it to his forehead, and held it there. Cleve, in response, pressed his finger to the metal image, and placed it to his forehead. He held that position until Ling Soo lowered his hand.
The ceremony was ended.
LING SOO slipped down from his throne. It was his act of special courtesy to accompany an honored guest to the outer door of the abode.
Foy going ahead to open the doors, Cleve and Ling Soo walked out to the anteroom. With Foy, they formed a group beside the door of the elevator.
Cleve, softly repeating the instructions he had received, stepped into the lift. It was then that he saw something which startled him. A shadow on the floor, beside the two Chinese — a long, mysterious shadow!
The Shadow!
Could he be here? Cleve looked up quickly. Except for Ling Soo and Foy, the anteroom was empty.
Quickly seeking to cover up his mistake, Cleve closed the door of the elevator and began the descent. But as he traveled downward, he was wondering about the presence of that shadow!
Up above, Ling Soo was returning toward his inner room. Behind him stalked the form of Foy. The servant’s hands were doubled against his body. Ling Soo noticed it as they entered the inner room. The leader of the Wu-Fan cackled.