It was a special meeting of the Hip Leong Tong, held in their private clubrooms at the Great Shanghai Tea Company, and conducted according to rule.

For the Hip Leong Tong, WONG GET.

Branches of the Hip Leong and On Gee tongs sprang up in San Francisco and New Yorkand the feud was transferred with them to Chatham Square, a feud imposing a sacred obligation rooted in blood, honor and religion upon every member, who rather than fail to carry it out would have knotted a yellow silken cord under his left ear and swung himself gently off a table into eternal sleep.

Mock Hen took the left-hand of the three doors and crept along a passage opening into an empty opium parlor back of the Hip Leong clubroom.

Though the old lawyer did not formally represent the Hip Leong Tong he was frequently retained by its individual members, who held him in high esteem, for they had always found him loyal to their interests and as much a stickler for honor as themselves.

"Be sure and get the thousand down; it may be all the cash we'll ever see!" Promptly at twelve the law committee of the Hip Leong Tong returned to the office of Tutt & Tutt.

The old lawyer smiled blandlyafter the fashion of the Hip Leong Tong.

All had identified Mock Hen as the murderer, and none of them had ever heard of either the On Gee or the Hip Leong Tong!