"I look upon you now with great satisfaction. You are free and adventurous, and you are my strong friend. You are a mind—an interpreter of our life. We need all these things from you. You know how poor China is distressed at this hour—" He leaned forward and spoke very softly. The long low room in which they dined was empty, yet the voice was pitched to reach Romney’s ears and no farther. "... I did not go ashore in the Japanese ports on the way home, but I heard much from those who did. It happened that I became so interested in you that much of the first day here in Shanghai was consumed. The three days since, I have been catching up, studying the events that came to pass during the two weeks’ voyage—events, Mr. Romney, that the world is too intensely occupied to notice, but which we Chinese regard with finality and deepest foreboding. "As you perhaps know, the Japanese have demanded from us all that we hold dear. They are a fighting people, whetted by recent victories. There are three parties here in China: Old China, which says ’We will temporize,’ the Middle Party which says, ’We will fight,’ and the party—" Romney knew instinctively that the destiny of Ti Kung was aligned with this third one; and yet he supposed that it was also a fighting destiny. "And the third one," the Doctor repeated, "which believes that war as the Japanese know it; that war as it is being waged on French and Polish and Carpathian fields at this moment, is a stupid and ancient activity, having no part with what the best men of all countries know—" "But," said Romney, "it’s the Japanese way. They may bring the fighting to you—fighting such as they know. You may say that war is archaic rot, but if it is to be met, must it not be met with force?" "Of course, but not with force of the same nature," said Dr. Ti Kung. "You mean to say that this third party in China is going to stand pat on the expediency of toleration. The Hindus have taken a hundred years—" "Not exactly that," said Dr. Ti Kung. "We believe that Japan can be stupefied—even strangled." A servant entered at this moment and spoke to Dr. Ti Kung—a hurried sentence. Voices from the street now reached them, as if an outer door had suddenly blown open. Dr. Ti Kung arose quickly, beckoning Romney to follow. They made their way to the rear of the house and into the garden. "Another little engagement. So glad you appreciate these absurd affairs. You have your pistol?" "Yes—I have become attached to it." Ti Kung thrust a packet of papers into Romney’s hands. "These are invaluable and safer with you. In case I am separated from you or hurt, deliver the packet in person to the address in the inner envelope, Tientsin. Now we must get over the masonry."