CHAPTER XXVII
The Beginning of the Duel
At the door Holman, as devoted a servant in his
masculine and British way as Ah Wong was in her
way, turned back almost peremptorily, and coming close
to Robert Gregory said sharply, "Governor!" There
was entreaty in the word, and there was command.
Gregory recognized both, and accepted both loyally from so tried and loyal a servant. It was one of his strengths that he recognized and appreciated valuable subordinates. "Well?" he said.
"Handle this man carefully," the old clerk said, speaking more emphatically than he had ever spoken to any one before—and he was an emphatic man always.
Gregory nodded.
As Tom held open the door behind his chief's desk, Murray opened the other door and announced, "Mr. Wu, sir."
"Ah! show him in," Mr. Gregory said, rather too indifferently, and so scoring the first mistake in the duel of which it was the first thrust. Holman knotted vexed brows, and the wife threw an imploring look. But Gregory saw neither, but busied himself ostentatiously with his papers, writing with head down, posing as being deeply immersed in business—and just a little overdoing it.
The mandarin stood in the doorway.
