They were at a door now. The guide tapped once. Then again. The barrier slid upward. The passage had inclined downward, since the stairs and the room which Cleve now saw were far beneath the theater.
While he wondered how effective a revolver shot might prove if used as a signal, Cleve glanced about him to study the men that occupied the room.
The strange, flickering light made him blink. Its peculiar glow was troublesome. He could not distinguish faces; but as his vision swept about the circle, he recognized two men.
One was Ling Soo. Cleve could tell it by the squatness of the man’s form. The other, crouched on a stool beside his master, was Foy.
Cleve noted his guide was making the sign of the Wu-Fan. He, too, performed the salute. It was returned by members of the group.
Again, Cleve’s eyes were roving, past Ling Soo. There he saw a sight that made him pause, aghast.
Two brilliant eyes sparkled in the light. Their green hue sent long flashes, that seemed like livid tongues of flame.
Green Eyes!
The name echoed through Cleve’s brain.
Who was this being? A higher power than Ling Soo?