The fat Chinaman looked away. “Do not ask, King san.
The Sung Tong has its own mode of punishment for traitors. It were better that you did not know. I shall order that the boy, Daniel Moore, be freed. These rubies—they are yours for the price which On Long Sin set: one hundred thousand dollars.”
King nodded. He took the money out of his wallet and handed it over. The hatchet men, at a nod from Fung Tze, began to pick up the scattered rubies.
“Get them ready,” said King. “I'll be back to pick them up in twenty minutes—and to get Daniel Moore. I'll have the Manchu skull with me. It's yours.”
He started for the door. “Where do you go, King san?”
Fung Tze inquired. At the door, King turned and grinned slowly. “There's a black-haired girl in my office who thinks she's a jinx. I'm on my way to tell her different!”