Responding to Cleve’s salute, Ling Soo spoke.
“You will learn of our next meeting, Mr. Barnes,” he said, in a pleasant voice. “Before then, you may come here when you wish. I should like to see you — often. I shall have time to talk with you in English. I understand” — Ling Soo’s voice was almost questioning — “that you are a gentleman who spends much time in leisure.”
“That’s right,” returned Cleve, in his affected voice.
“I shall discuss that matter with you,” smiled Ling Soo. “In the meantime, remember that wherever the Wu-Fan is welcome, you are welcome. All privileges are yours. None shall question them.
“I may state that I confer special duties upon all our American members when they desire them. These, also, we may discuss when you visit me alone.”
Ling Soo made the sign of the Wu-Fan. Cleve returned it and stood as though at a loss for what to do next. He was playing the part of the fictitious Hugo Barnes to perfection.
Foy was approaching. Ling Soo indicated the servant. Understanding at last, Cleve followed the leering creature to the anteroom.
WHEN he reached the street, Cleve found that the passing pageant had ended. The meeting at Ling Soo’s had lasted longer than he had supposed.
But the evening was not yet over. Cleve still saw work that he could do.
The Sun Kew!