“I can.”
“Very well,” said Cleve. “Have two men at the Mukden Theater by ten o’clock. Two men who can trail me to the meeting place.”
“I shall arrange that,” said Moy Chen.
“I have been working alone,” said Cleve, “with this very purpose in mind. The other men will not be linked with Hugo Barnes. They will have no difficulty in trailing me.”
Cleve slipped into the suit he wore when acting the part of Barnes. He drew his stub-nosed revolver from his pocket and examined the loaded chambers.
“If I encounter trouble,” he said grimly, “I’ll give those fellows something to think about. A shot will be the signal for the men who are trailing me. That’s understood?”
“Yes,” said Moy Chen.
Cleve had spoken in his own voice. Now he dropped into the character of Hugo Barnes.
Accompanied by Moy Chen, he made his way to the shop. He talked with the merchant, as they stood by the door. Then Cleve was on his way, confident that no one could penetrate his disguise.
MOY CHEN watched him from the door. Keen though the Chinaman’s vision was, he did not see the lurking form that spotted Hugo Barnes as the departing man went by an alley.