But Clyde's chair went over with a crash, and the Englishman backed quickly away from the table. He stood alone in the center of the room, erect and proud and boyish-barekneed in his silly English shorts, and like an English gentleman he set the gun to his head.
"To die so well!" the German whispered, and it was like a prayer, but the horror on his face was not unmixed with regret. And then the Englishman squeezed the trigger, and the gun clicked harmlessly, and old Soong stepped up with lithe grace and took it away and said, soft and feline and wise and very Chinese, "No gentleman would have used the dummy cartridge, of course; only a Chinese businessman unwilling to sacrifice either of two able associates-"
The German and the Englishman were staring at each other openly now, and there was a growing respect in their eyes that washed out the enmity there, and old Soong's voice had a sudden lash in it.
"Men of proven honor," he said bitterly, "men of different countries and varied ideals, discuss your differences like gentlemen, and let your honor and your courage and the breeding that has been granted you bind you together. You wish to avenge yourselves upon me for the shabby trick I have played on you? Then go, discuss the means of your revenge-“
Clyde was looking down his long nose at Buchalter, and then Buchalter's ruddy cheeks split in a wide grin, and Clyde answered it, and they went out of the room together, with the old Chinaman watching them, impassive as ever.