Part 58 (1/2)

”For you----” encouraged Peter.

”Must hide my ident.i.ty,” finished Kahn Meng with a little laugh. ”But Naradia--they object to her. They have attempted to kill her, so many times. Naradia, how many?”

”A score of times,” she said darkly. ”To-night they nearly succeeded.

I am not wanted. I am a half-caste--a Chinese father, a poor French mother. They desired him to marry of the----”

”Hus.h.!.+” cautioned her husband, for Naradia was almost hysterical and was willing to prattle on. Kahn Meng smiled tenderly. ”Naradia,” he continued, lowering his voice gently, ”now that Peter Moore and I are at last together, will you excuse us? You must be exhausted, my dear--after this unpleasant affair. Will you retire? Remember, little Chaya, in another week this terror will be at an end. Mr. Moore and I will begin planning instantly.”

Naradia laid her hands upon his and smiled sweetly. ”Good-night!” she said, obediently. ”Good-night,”--she lifted her brows archly--”Peter the Brazen! I do hope that you are not a dream!”

They watched the pink silk of her gown flit into the corridor, whereupon Kahn Meng took Peter's arm companionably and guided him to the window.

A keen, soft wind, tempered with the fragrance of ripening pepper trees, came in to them in delicate puffs. A mysterious light twinkled distantly upon the river. The moon was sinking into a void, and the night was becoming black.

Kahn Meng was extracting from his satin blouse a gold-and-black cigarette case. Peter accepted one of the white cylinders and struck a match. In the flare he found that Kahn Meng was studying him shrewdly, dispa.s.sionately.

”In the first place,” began Kahn Meng, ”let us settle the important matter of price. I will promise you whatever you desire. I want you.”

He spat into the darkness. ”Why are you in Ching-Fu? I believed you to be in America, but I could not find you. What brings you here?

Surely you were not planning to enter Len Yang again alone?”

Peter shook his head. ”I came on another errand, which has nothing to do with Len Yang. But”--he threw away the half consumed cigarette--”you have made a mistake, Kahn Meng. The first matter to settle is the more important one of ident.i.ty.”

”Take me just as I am,” pleaded Kahn Meng earnestly. ”We have one desire, I know, in common--to clean up that horrible city! You have visited Len Yang. You know the wretched condition of the miners--slaves, poor devils. Perhaps you have seen them at nightfall coming from the shaft, dripping with the blood-red of the cinnabar, starving--blind!”

”I have seen all that,” agreed Peter, grimly.

”Ah! But are you acquainted with that man's methods? Do you know that his corrupt influence has extended into every nation of Asia? His organization is more perfect than any eastern government. His system of espionage puts those of j.a.pan and Germany to shame! You must know!

You have encountered his underlings. Oh, I have heard of the Romola Borria affair. Your escape was masterly! I believe you astounded him.”

Kahn Meng paused and puffed long at his cigarette.

”Think, Kahn Meng, what might be accomplished,” said Peter fervently, ”if the power he wields, that tremendous human machine--hundreds and thousands of men--were devoted to the proper ends! Think what could be done for China!”

Kahn Meng turned quickly. His eyes seemed to s.h.i.+ne above the ruby glow of his cigarette.

”I wanted you to say that!” he exclaimed, enthusiastically. ”The thing has been in my mind for years--ever since I was a child! We can do it!

We can!”

”Yet one thousand men cannot enter Len Yang. It is a fortress.”

”There is another way into Len Yang--by the mines. It cuts off three days of the journey. I remember it as a child. Tremendous black ravines lead to the entrance from the merchants' trail, and the opening is so small that you could pa.s.s it a thousand times without suspecting.

Will you accompany us, Peter Moore--Naradia and I and our followers?

We leave at dawn.” He waited anxiously.

Peter shook his head regretfully. The song of adventure was musical to his ears, but he could not leave with Kahn Meng in the morning. There was Miss Lorimer--in Kialang.