His men had been examining their wounds. Two of them, who had only been clipped by bullets, were bandaging their fellows. Loo Look motioned to them.
“Come,” he said.
Followed by Tiger Bronson and the two Chinamen, Loo Look led the way through the open panel at the right.
After passing through several small rooms, Loo Look pressed against a movable portion of the wall. A secret spring clicked, and they entered the opium den, where the thin Woo Ting stood, listening by the panel that was the entrance to Loo Look’s sanctuary.
The sound of thumping came from the other side. The blows became more violent. Tiger Bronson looked at Loo Look with a worried expression.
“He’ll break through,” he said.
* * *
Loo Look motioned the big politician back to a corner of the room, away from danger. He stationed his two men on either side of the panel. He drew a huge revolver from his robe.
He pointed to the bunks with an expressive gesture, as though asking Woo Ting if the opium smokers had been ejected from the premises. Woo Ting nodded.
Loo Look made another sign, and Woo Ting pressed a switch. The lights went out. The room was in total darkness.