"He's a Chinaman," she said smiling. "One of the despised heathens, but I have had him several years, and he has served me well. I found him."
"Found him!" exclaimed Glen.
"Yes. It's quite correct; strange though it seems."
"Where did you find him?"
"Some years ago when he was quite young. He lived with his uncle in Lower George Street. He offended the great man in some way, and he turned him out of the house. He was wandering about when I came along. He spoke to me, pleaded hard for me to make him my servant. Strange, was it not? Something prompted me to take him in. I did, and have never regretted it. He appears to have one set purpose in life, to pay his uncle, Lin Soo, back in his own coin, and have his revenge. Most unchristian-like isn't it? But of course he's a heathen," she said laughing.
"Lin Soo is his uncle!" said Glen.
"Yes. Why? Do you know him?"
"Not exactly, but I know of him. He keeps an infamous den in Lower George Street."
"I thought it was a tea shop," she said.
"To outward appearances, but inside it's an opium den, a gambling hell, and worse," Glen replied.