CHAPTER XX

THE STORY OF LAU HO Early Sunday morning John Quincy was awakened by a sharp knock on his door. Rising sleepily and donning dressing-gown and slippers, he opened it to admit his Aunt Minerva. She had a worried air. "Are you all right, John Quincy?" she inquired. "Surely. That is, I would be if I hadn't been dragged out of bed a full hour before I intended to get up." "I'm sorry, but I had to have a look at you." She took a newspaper from under her arm and handed it to him. "What's all this?" An eight-column head on…