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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,…

RANDALL awoke in bed, wondering how he had overcome Limpy’s shrewdness and knowledge of his customer’s finances. He had all the inward agonies of a hangover. Then he remembered the Air Cop and the two doctors. He sat up quickly, then held his head in his hands and regretted his hasty movement. He stared down…