“Don’t tell them anything,” Mei said. “They won’t dare do anything to us, Milo.”
“Tom,” Burney said.
Thomas Luk moved quickly across the room and his knife flashed once. The blade slipped neatly under one shoulder of Linda’s blouse, cutting it and her brassiere strap. The blouse and the brassiere flopped down, baring one shoulder and a beautifully formed breast.
“Milo,” Linda cried.
“A man that clever with a knife,” Frank Burney said, “can do a lot of cutting without actually killing a person.”
“Mr. March,” said Ma Tsing, “seems familiar with the language and customs of my country. Perhaps he has heard of the Death of a Thousand Cuts, which was once popular among my people. Thomas Luk is an expert at it.”
“They wouldn’t dare, Milo,” Mei Hsu said again. “They know my father. If they d
