“Good Lord, Yeh Ling, you gave me a fright! What a creeping old devil you are.”
“I came to see whether the dinner was successful,” said Yeh Ling softly. His hands were covered in his wide sleeves, a little black skull cap was pushed on the back of his head, his shabby silk suit and white soled slippers seemed remarkably out of place in that very modern setting.
“It was a great success, Yeh Ling,” said Tab, “wasn’t it?”
He turned to the girl and she nodded and her eyes met Yeh Ling’s and for the fraction of a second, held them.
“I think I’ll go,” said Rex awkwardly and gripped the girl’s hand again. “Goodnight, old man, you are a lucky old thief.” He wrung Tab’s hand and was gone.
“Was the wine to your liking?” said Yeh Ling’s soft voice.
“Everything was beautiful,” said Ursula. There
