Twenty years had left no trace inside Sam Kee's little shop on Mott Street. There were the same dusty jars of ginseng root and tigers' whiskers, the same little bronze Buddahs, the same gim-cracks mixed with fine jade. Edith Williams gave a little murmur of pleasure. This etext was produced from Amazing Stories March 1954. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the . copyright on this publication was renewed.