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very quickly.

Luk See came over to the table, gave them a mock bow and, almost with
reverence, said, ‘The owner requests the pleasure of your company upstairs
please. Now.’
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should accompany him. Shepherded by Luk See, they crossed to the door on the
near side of the bar. Its guard opened it for them and, still with Luk See behind
them, they went up a brilliantly lit, heavily carpeted staircase.
There was another door at the top, and Luk See pushed past them to knock. A

voice softly called for them to enter and they were almost brusquely pushed
through the door into the presence of Brokenclaw Lee himself.
The first thing that caught Wanda off guard was the emptiness of the room.
After the opulence of the public rooms, it came as a shock to find that what she
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took to be Lee’s office was merely a bare room, its only decoration being an
American Indian mask hanging directly above the long deal table that served as
a desk. The second most striking thing was Brokenclaw Lee himself – huge,
powerful, his handsome face and dancing, charming eyes, seemed to be

inviting her to a pleasant evening’s entertainment, and when he rose she
admitted to being overawed at his height and bearing.
‘This is a great pleasure.’ The voice was unaccented and beautifully
modulated. ‘Tony, have you brought your wife with you?’

‘My daughter, sir.’ Wanda understood well enough why her father addressed
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this man in terms of respect.
Brokenclaw nodded and smiled. ‘I am sorry I cannot offer you any chairs,
but this is where I conduct business when I am here, and I find it simpler to

deal with business if I sit and the persons to whom I speak remain standing.
Allow me to introduce these members of my staff.’ He gestured towards two
other men whom Wanda had hardly noticed when they entered. ‘They are
known as Wan Lo and Big Leu.’ He gave Wanda his most charming smile. ‘I

realise that Big Leu looks a little small compared to myself, but among normal
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men he is considered large.’
Big Leu must have been around six foot one and very stocky, with broad
shoulders, long arms and hands which Wanda immediately thought of as

boxer’s hands. His sidekick, Wan Lo, was short, thin and wiry – a very tense
man with eyes constantly moving and his body taut as though always ready for
violence.

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