Chapter 11

A door behind him opened, and he turned to see a grinning, brown-faced Chinese boy approaching his bedside, bearing a breakfast tray. “Ah Wing say he coming to see you by-m-by,” the newcomer commented placidly. “You hab breakfast now.” He drew up a table and placed the tray in position, then skillfully arranged napkin and silverware—which were of the best quality—convenient to Colonel Knight’s hand. Afterward he withdrew. Knight’s head felt clear enough, but, mentally and physically, he was relaxed to the point of …