The bishop moved uneasily.
Tai Lin fumbled at the throat of his robe.
Suddenly he bent over the table toward the bishop.
“The priest?”
The bishop rose and whispered for some time in his ear.
“Make the bond!” commanded Tai Lin huskily.
The bishop hastened from the room and when he returned he brought with him the commandant of the marines.
The bonds were drawn and signed.
Tai Lin rose. For a moment he stood looking thoughtfully at the ring on the table, then, without noticing the bows of the bishop, got into his sedan.
As he was being carried out of the Gateway he caused his bearers to stop, and, lifting the blind, looked back long and fixedly at the House of God.