“What is that?” he demanded.
Richard More looked up. “I had forgotten—that I had it,” he said absently.
Kou Ying reached to it. But Richard held it away. His finger traced a line along the paper and paused....
“This must be the place—here?” He looked about him, at the clustering houses and the Taoist temple on the right.
Kou Ying’s face bent eagerly above the paper.
“Where did you get this?” he asked huskily. There was a strange, quiet gleam in the yellow face.
“The man I told you of—Stewart—gave it to me.... I had forgotten—till now. Will it help, do you think?”
Kou Ying looked at him, almost with compassion, it seemed.
His finger touched the paper. But he made no further move to take it.
“Hold it to the light!” he said.