Part 38 (1/2)

This personage permitted his shrewd, grave eyes to take in Peter from his blond hair to his tan walking shoes, and with a respectful mien Peter prepared his wits for a sharp and digging cross-examination.

”I have been advised,” began the American consul, giving to Peter's blue eyes a look of curiosity in which was mingled not a little unconcealed admiration, as he might have looked upon the person of Pancho Villa, had that other miscreant stepped into his gloomy office--”I have been advised,” he repeated importantly, ”by the commander of the auxiliary cruiser _Buffalo_ that you contemplated a visit to Hong Kong.”

He sank back and stared, and it took Peter several moments to become aware that the content of the remark was not nearly so important as its p.r.o.nunciation. The remark was somewhat obvious. The American consul desired Peter to make the opening.

Peter inclined his head as he slowly digested the statement.

”I was told by Commander Eckles to report to you,” he replied respectfully, ”for orders.”

The American consul laid his hands firmly upon the edge of the mahogany desk.

”My orders, Mr. Moore, are that you leave China immediately. I trust----”

”Why?” said Peter in a dry voice.

”That is a matter which, unfortunately, I cannot discuss with you. The order comes, I am permitted to inform you, from the highest of diplomatic quarters. To be exact, from Peking, and from the American amba.s.sador, to be more specific.”

It was crystal clear to Peter that the American consul was not cognizant of what might be behind those orders from the American amba.s.sador; yet his face, for all of its diplomatic masking, told Peter plainly that the American consul was not entirely averse to learning.

”Have I been interfering with the lawful pursuits of the Chinese Empire?” he inquired ironically.

The American consul stroked his long nose pensively.

”Well--perhaps,” he said. ”On the whole, that is something you can best explain yourself, Mr. Moore. If you should care to give me your side of the question, ah----”

”I haven't a thing to say,” rejoined Peter. ”If the United States Government chooses to believe that my presence is inimical to its interests in China----”

”Pressure might have been brought to bear from another quarter.”

”Quite so,” admitted Peter.

”Now, if you should desire to make me acquainted with your pursuits during the past--ah--few months, let us say, it is within the bounds of possibility that I might somehow rescind this drastic--ah--order.

Suffice it to say, that I shall be glad to put my every power at your aid. As you are an American, it is my duty and my pleasure, sir, if you will permit me, to do all within my power, my somewhat restricted power, if I may qualify that statement, to reinstate you in the good graces of those--ah--good gentlemen in Peking.”

It was all too evident that, back and beyond the friendly intentions of this official, was a hungry desire for information regarding this young man whose dark activities had been recognized by the high powers to an extent sufficient to set in motion the complicated and bulky wheels of diplomacy.

Peter shook his head respectfully, and the consul permitted his reluctantly admiring and inquisitive gaze to travel up and down the romantic and now international figure.

”I am able to say nothing,” he expressed himself quietly. ”If the American amba.s.sador has decreed that I ought to go home--home I go!

I'll confess right now that I did not intend to go home when I stepped into this office, but I do respect, and I will respect, the authority of that order.”

”If the President, for example, should request you to continue--ah--what you have been doing, for the good, let us say, of humanity, you would continue without hesitation, Mr. Moore?”

Peter gave the long, pale face a sharp scrutiny. Did this innocent-faced man know more than he intimated, or was he merely applying the soft, velvet screws of diplomacy, endeavoring to squeeze out a little information?

”I certainly would.”