“To-morrow,” she murmured. “It is not far away. And on the morrow there is ever something new.”
CHAPTER XXIX
IT HAPPENED AT MIDNIGHT
Midnight. The lights of Chinatown were dim as four figures made their way to a door marked: “For Members Only.”
Jeanne, the foremost of these figures, knew that door. She had entered it before. Yet, as her hand touched the heavy handle, she was halted by a sudden fear. Her face blanched.
Close at her side Marjory Dean, artist and supreme interpreter of life as she was, understood instantly.
“Come, child. Don’t be afraid. They are a simple people, these Orientals.”
“Yes. Yes, I know.” The girl took a tight grip on herself and pressed on through the door. Marjory Dean, Angelo and Swen followed.
At the top of the second stair they were halted by a dark shadow-like figure.
“What you want?”
“Hop Long Lee.”