Moy Chen nodded solemnly.
“Met Ling Soo last night,” continued Cleve. “Received report on him from Joseph Darley of the Civilian Committee.”
Drawing the report from his pocket, Cleve passed it across the table to Moy Chen. The Chinaman studied the papers, slowly and solemnly, his brow wrinkling as he read.
It was several minutes before he had completed his survey. Then he passed the report back to its owner and nodded, while he blinked in owl fashion.
“Can you add to it?” questioned Cleve.
Moy Chen shook his head as solemnly as he had nodded it. Then, for the first time, he spoke.
“THIS is quite complete,” he declared, in slow, short syllables. “I can tell you nothing more.”
“You know of the Wu-Fan?”
“Of course. I have been told of it.”
“But you have never sought to join?”