The officer was a tall, erect man with a cropped, gray military mustache. He saw the two boys and nodded. "Can I help you, lads?"
"Perhaps you can, sir," Rick said. "We're looking for something called the Golden Mouse."
The officer's eyes narrowed. "Are you now?" he inquired. "And what would you want with the Golden Mouse, if I may inquire?"
"We're to meet a friend there," Scotty said.
The tone of the officer's voice told Rick that something was wrong. He asked, "Is something wrong with the Golden Mouse? We don't even know what it is."
"A good thing for you not to know," the officer retorted. "You're Americans?"
"Yes, sir," Scotty said.
"Then the Hong Kong force is responsible for seeing that you have a pleasant and safe visit. I warn you. Keep away from the Golden Mouse."
He turned on his heel and walked off. Rick and Scotty stared after his retreating figure, and then at each other.
"How about that?" Scotty wanted to know.