Clean Sweep

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,…

HE CLOSED the door after him, feeling fairly confident that they wouldn’t dare raise any alarm. There was the awkward problem of explaining how a patient had been able to secure a pistol, and the patient could talk. He looked around the room, saw that it was larger than the other and equally well furnished….