Pathways

LEISURELY, from his loose sleeve, the Manchu drew a paper—the paper which a few months earlier, Foh Wong had signed on the editor’s request—and which Yang Shen-Li now read aloud: “Herewith, for the sum of five thousand dollars, I employ Kang Kee to kill my wife—” Foh Wong grew pale. He stared at the Manchu,…

HALF an hour later I shot a ptarmigan amid the snow and so tasted meat for the first time in three days. This was the greatest luck, for the descent was worse than the climb on the other side had been. For a day I floundered amid the drifts, and came at last to a…