his voice wavered; he was greatly moved. "You're ruining my business," he cried, "you're hanging over me like a sword of Damocles."
"That sword may have had two edges, Mr. Gregory," Wu said quietly. "The man who wounds his enemy with one is apt to cut himself with the other. The sword," he added, strolling to the window, "is not my weapon."
Robert Gregory backed stealthily up to the door and fumbled with his right hand in his pocket. And Wu, turning to go, saw that his face was twitching.
Wu Li Chang had no thought of sparing this other father—Basil Gregory's father—but he was sorry for him now; and it may be recorded—as a modest contribution to the study of racial comparisons.
Wu moved to the door which Gregory stood barring. "And now, if you will kindly allow me to pass"
And Robert Gregory thrust his revolver in Wu Li Chang's face.
The Chinese looked into the shining barrel. He smiled. "Ah! A Webley, I observe. Very good make. I have made excellent practice with them myself."
