“I shan't fail.”
“Very well! A word more. You are not to stop at Ping Yang on your way cut.”
“Oh?”
“For a night only. Then go on. Go out of the province. Go back to the coast. Is that understood?”
Brachey inclined his head.
“I have your promise?”
“Yes.”
“Very well. Good night, sir.”
“Good night.”
Doane turned to the door. But then he hesitated, turned, hesitated again, finally came straight over and thrust out his hand.