His name is Wong Li Fu, a Manchu of the Manchus, a mandarin of almost imperial lineage.

Some years ago he was a young attache at the Chinese Embassy here.

Suddenly, while on the way to my house, I recollected that certain members of the Revolutionary Committee had spoken of this very man as being one of the ablest and most unscrupulous adherents of the Manchu faction in Pekin.
Somehow, his presence in London was disconcerting and menacing.

Who more likely than he, I argued, to be a leading spirit among the Young Manchus?
In any event, London was not big enough to hold both Mrs.
Lester and him, and I decided to visit her that very night, tell her I had seen Wong Li Fu, and advise her to go away into the country, leaving no record of her whereabouts.

I happened to be taking my daughter to Daly's Theater, and contrived to slip away on some pretext after the performance.