Joseph Darley had said nothing of any one called Green Eyes. Was he hearing the name for the first time tonight?
“They are ready,” Ling Soo was saying, in a tone that made Cleve realize the men were just within the doors. “Green Eyes must speak again and name the exact hour. Then you will be ready. The men will come to me.”
“Good,” said Darley.
“But you must have the paper,” came the tones of Ling Soo. “It will be the symbol that they shall accept.”
“It is safe at my apartment.”
The doors began to tremble. Quickly, Cleve slipped toward the hanging curtain. He slid behind it and found himself backed against a depressed door.
For a few moments, nothing happened. Then, the crouched form of Foy appeared from the inner room.
Peering from a corner of the curtain, Cleve saw the evil, stooping Chinaman wend his way toward the outer door that opened into the anteroom.
Ling Soo appeared, walking slowly with Joseph Darley.
Until now, Cleve had never seen the Chinaman standing. On both previous occasions, Ling Soo had remained seated on his throne that betokened his high office in the Wu-Fan. Tonight, he saw Ling Soo as a squat, chunky figure.