“The Wu-Fan, Branch, is a curious paradox. It is both an imaginative dream of useless ceremony, and at the same time a gigantic scheme to make Ling Soo’s own race the dominating power in America!”
“You mean that Ling Soo thinks he can—”
“I mean that Ling Soo prides himself as being the emperor of a colossal domain that takes in all the United States; that when he says the word, his faithful followers will rule all! But at the same time, he is too wise to ever say the word.”
“But these men who work for him—”
“Ah! They are believers. He has divided the whole of this country into imaginary provinces. He has appointed viceroys and prefects. From them he collects tribute. In true Chinese fashion, he sells his great offices to the highest bidders.”
“Then there is danger that Chinese outbursts may occur throughout the country?”
“A danger?” Darley laughed. “Theoretically, yes. Practically, no. Ling Soo’s empire is a dream of the future.
“He estimates that the Chinese population is increasing more rapidly in America than the white. Today, the Chinese occupy what may be termed a subservient position, because they are such a small minority. But in years to come, they will increase until they constitute a powerful minority.
“Ling Soo foresees that, at that time, they will encounter persecution. They will be restrained by laws directed against them.
“Then — and then only — will the ruler of the invisible empire of these Chinese give the word. His viceroys will call upon their subjects to arise.