An office boy in the Imperial Japanese Consulate at Nanking stopped at the desk of Vice Consul Eimei Kuramoto fortnight ago.
"The Honorable Minister is returning to Shanghai," he hissed politely. "He would like to say a few words to you before he goes to the station."
With a perfectly expressionless face Vice Consul Kuramoto stepped into the presence of his superior, Akira Ariyoshi, Japanese Minister to China. A few minutes later they emerged together, on their way to the railroad station. Vice Consul Kuramoto was carrying the Minister's bags. There seemed...
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