"Who are you?"
As you know, I am Jian Zhu. I do not always give people my real name when we meet, but I promise you I have in this instance. I am a…a patriot, you might call it. I work on behalf of the Chinese Republic."
"I see. You're a spy."
Zhu considers this idea, lingering over a sip of tea. "An imprecise conception of my work. But not entirely inaccurate. So for simplicity's sake, let us say yes, Dr. Spillane. I am a spy."
"The bureaucratic complexity of the full answer to that question would probably overwhelm an outsider like you," Zhu says. "I will make it as simple as I can. I work ultimately for the Government of the Republic of China in Nanjing. I work within a certain division of our civil service which deals with military intelligence—a division which is, shall we say, not widely known, even among other civil servants.
"And then I also work for another group, a smaller group within that division, whose existence is even less widely known. It is like those little nested boxes for which my country is famous in the West: boxes within boxes within boxes. And I am in the innermost box."
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