"He nodded slowly. ’There is plenty of time—and I will tell. It is often said that the season that brings a late typhoon, as now, is also ushered in by an early typhoon. So it was this season. A very severe storm came down before its time, and almost without warning.... It was this storm into whose face our late friend Captain Turner took his ship, the _Speedwell_, sailing from Hong Kong for New York some four months ago’ "’You don’t mean that Turner has lost her?’ "’I regret to inform you, yes. Also, he has lost himself. Three days after sailing, he met the typhoon outside, and was blown upon a lee shore two hundred miles along the China Coast. In this predicament, he cut away his masts and came to anchor. But his ship would not float, and accordingly sank at her anchors....’ "’Sank at her anchors!’ I exclaimed ’How could that be? A tight ship never did such a thing’ "’Nevertheless, she sank there in the midst of the storm, and all on board perished. Afterwards, the news was reported from shore, and the hull of the _Speedwell_ was discovered in ten fathoms of water. There has been talk of trying to save the ship; and Captain Wilbur himself, her owner, in a diver’s suit, has inspected the wreck. Surely, he should be well-fitted to save her again, if it were possible! He says no, and it is reported that the insurance companies are in agreement with him. That is, they have decided that he cannot turn the trick a second time’ Lee Fu’s voice dropped to a rasping tone ’The lives, likewise, cannot be saved’ "I sat for some moments in silence, gazing at the green bronze dragon on the desk. Turner gone? A friend’s death is shocking, even though it makes so little difference. And between us, too, there had been a bond.... I was thinking of the personal loss, and had missed the significance of Lee Fu’s phraseology. I looked up at him blankly; found him still regarding me with up-turned eyes, his chin sunk lower on his breast. "’That is not all’ said he suddenly. "I sat up as if under the impact of a blow. Across my mind raced thoughts of all that might happen to a man on that abandoned coast. ’What more?’ I asked.