Irving Hancock

“ Sandalwood, or llang-llang, or—hang it!—both of them!"
"I do catch some odor," assented Donald Carrick, sniffing. "And now it is plainer."
The next instant his features displayed a singular gravity. It was the nearest thing to terror that any man had ever seen on the Hound's face.
"I smelled that odor first on a terrible night," he went on. "It was then the dominant scent in Li's headquarters, many thousands of miles from here. But it must be imagination—here, at sea, on the Terence." ”

“ If this tug transfers her passengers to the Vulcan, I could not hope to smuggle myself into the transfer. But Doctor Li Shoon's orders provide for the alternative of destroying the tug before help for Carrick can arrive. This tug will have to go to the bottom, with all on board, including myself, unless I can manage to provide myself, unseen, with a life preserver. No matter! My life does not count as much for the Ui Kwoon Ah-how as Carrick's does against it. I can die with our enemies. ”

“ If Li Shoon is on board, and in charge, surely you wouldn't trust much to his courtesy."
"Events will have to provide for themselves," was the enigmatic answer, which caused the listening Chinaman, English educated though he was, to hold his breath and wonder. ”