when the Chinaman had given him the poisoned draught that had put
him into his long sleep.

He had obtained the paper showing where the treasure amassed by
the Clutching Hand was hidden, but Wu Fang, his master, had come.

Wu had immediately established himself in the most sumptuous of
apartments, hidden behind the squalid exterior of the ordinary
tenement building in Chinatown.

The night following his arrival, Wu Fang was reclining on a divan,
when his servant announced that Long Sin was at the door.

As Long Sin entered, it was evident that, cunning and shrewd
though he was himself, Wu was indeed his master. He approached in
fear and awe, cringing low.

"Have you brought the map with you?" asked Wu.

Long Sin bowed low again, and drew from under his coat the paper
which he had obtained from Bennett. For a moment the two, master
and slave in guile, bent over, closely studying it.

At one point in the map Long Sin's bony finger paused over a note
which Bennett had made:

BEWARE POISONED GAS UPON OPENING COMPARTMENT.

"And you think you can trace it out?" asked Wu.