Wu had risen to go, and the Tong men were bowing a respectful
farewell. He turned and saw a large vase. For a moment he paused
before it. It was an enormous affair and was apparently composed
of a mosaic of rare Chinese enamels, cunningly put together by the
deft and patient fingers of the oriental craftsmen. Extending from
the widely curving bowl below was an extremely long, narrow,
tapering neck.

Wu looked at it intently; then an idea seemed to strike him. He
called the Tong leader and the others about him.

Quickly he outlined the details of a plan.

. . . . . . .

"Have you received any word yet?" asked Aunt Josephine anxiously,
when Jennings had ushered us into the Dodge library.

Kennedy shook his head sadly. There was no need to repeat the
question to Aunt Josephine. The tears in her eyes told only too
plainly that she herself had heard nothing, either.

Craig bent over and placed his hand on her shoulder. For the
moment, none of us could control our emotions.

A few minutes later, Jennings entered the room softly again. "The
expressmen are outside, ma'am, with a large package," he said.

"A package?" inquired Aunt Josephine, looking up, surprised. "For