Part 2, Chapter 15

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​⁠On his hands and knees he crouched, and began crawling, an inch at a time, toward the French window, dragging the automatic over the thick satin carpet. He reached the window. It was still ajar. Far, far below twinkled the lights of Hong Kong, of ships anchored in the bay, and the glitter of Kowloon across the bay. Out there was life!

A board creaked near him, toward the heart of that darkened vaul