TwentyCrowds of visitors filled Chinatown’s main street, clustering around the Hou Wang Miao temple and the dozen or more small enclosures and altars that had been set up around it. It was a brilliantly lit festive scene, priests in white robes and light blue satin caps carrying lighted tapers singing incantations as they followed a clamorous group of musicians under trees hung with bright red lanterns.
It was Day Six of the two-week festival. Pania was here with Nathan and Selina to honor the comprador and his wife, but she was also hoping to find some snippet of information that would help Selina find Ollie. With Nathan’s help, surely they might find someone who knew something? She tried not to think of John Russell, who though still limited by his injured leg, had disappeared off to Ne
