There can be only one end to that." Nigel moved a little uneasily in his place.
"Prince Shan is only an ordinary human being, after all," he protested.
"That is just where you are mistaken," she declared.

"Prince Shan is one of the most extraordinary human beings who ever lived.

He is one of the most farseeing men in the world, and he is absolutely the most powerful." "But China," Nigel began-- "His power extends far beyond China," she interrupted, "and there is no brain in the world to match his to-day." "If he were a god wielding thunderbolts," Nigel observed, "he could scarcely do much harm to Maggie here in London." "There was an artist once," she said reflectively, "who drew a caricature of Prince Shan and sent it to the principal comic paper in America.

It was such a success that a little time later on he followed it up with another, which included a line of Prince Shan's ancestors.
Within a month's time the artist was found murdered.

Prince Shan was in China at the time." "Are you suggesting that the artist was murdered through Prince Shan's contrivance ?" "Am I a fool ?" she answered.