See, up above is the sign of my departure." Out of a little bank of white, fleecy clouds which hung down, here and there, from the blue sky, came the _Black Dragon_, her engines purring softly, her movements slow and graceful.

Both men watched her for a moment in silence.
"At six o'clock to-morrow morning I start," Prince Shan announced.

"My pilot tells me that the weather conditions are wonderful, all the way from here to Pekin.

We shall be there on Wednesday." "You travel alone ?" Nigel enquired.
"I have passengers," was the quiet reply.

"I am taking the English chaplain to your Church in Pekin." The eyes of the two men met.
"It is an ingenious idea," Nigel admitted dryly.
"I wish to be prepared," his companion answered.