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Monte Irvin, alderman of the city and prospective Lord Mayor of London, paced restlessly from end to end of

the wellappointed library of his house in Prince's Gate. Between his teeth he gripped the stump of a

burntout cigar. A tiny spaniel lay beside the fire, his beady black eyes following the nervous movements of

At the age of fortyfive Monte Irvin was not illlooking, and, indeed, was sometimes spoken of as

handsome. His figure was full without being corpulent; his wellgroomed black hair and moustache and fresh

if rather coarse complexion, together with the dignity of his upright carriage, lent him something of a military

air. This he assiduously cultivated as befitting an exTerritorial officer, although as he had seen no active

Some quality in his brilliant smile, an oriental expressiveness of the dark eyes beneath their drooping lids,

hinted a Semitic strain; but it was otherwise not marked in his appearance, which was free from vulgarity,

In fact, Monte Irvin had made a success of every affair in life with the lamentable exception of his marriage.

Of late his forehead had grown lined, and those business friends who had known him for a man of abstemious

habits had observed in the City chophouse at which he lunched almost daily that whereas formerly he had

Suddenly the spaniel leapt up with that feverish, spiderlike activity of the toy species and began to bark.

The spaniel ran to the door, sniffing eagerly. A muffled sound of voices became audible, and Irvin, following

a moment of hesitation, crossed and opened the door. The dog ran out, yapping in his irritating staccato

fashion, and an expression of hope faded from Irvin's face as he saw a tall fair girl standing in the hallway

talking to Hinkes, the butler. She wore soiled Burberry, highlegged tan boots, and a peaked cap of distinctly

military appearance. Irvin would have retired again, but the girl glanced up and saw him where he stood by

"Good evening, Miss Halley," he said, striving to speak geniallyfor of all of his wife's friends he liked

The girl's expression was vaguely troubled. She had the clear complexion and bright eyes of perfect health,

"I am afraid I cannot tell you when she is likely to return. But please come in, and I will make inquiries."

"Oh, no, I would rather you did not trouble and I won't stay, thank you nevertheless. I expect she will ring me

"Well"she hesitated for an instant"you might tell her, if you would, that I only returned home at eight

o'clock, so that I could not come around any earlier." She glanced rapidly at Irvin, biting her lip. "I wish I

"Yes. She left a note this afternoon." Again she glanced at him in a troubled way. "Well, I suppose it cannot

be helped," she added and smilingly extended her hand. "Good night, Mr. Irvin. Don't bother to come to the

But Irvin passed Hinkes and walked out under the porch with Margaret Halley. Humid yellow mist floated

past the street lamps, and seemed to have gathered in a moving reef around the little runabout car which was

"It's a brute isn't it?" said the girl laughingly, and turned on the steps so that the light shining out of the

hallway gleamed on her white teeth and upraised eyes. She was pulling on big, ugly, furred gloves, and

Monte Irvin mentally contrasted her fresh, athletic type of beauty with the delicate, exotic charm of his wife.

She opened the door of the little car, got in and drove off, waving one hugely gloved hand to Irvin as he stood

in the porch looking after her. When the red taillight had vanished in the mist he returned to the house and

reentered the library. If only all his wife's friends were like Margaret Halley, he mused, he might have been

spared the insupportable misgivings which were goading him to madness. His mind filled with poisonous

suspicions, he resumed his pacing of the library, awaiting and dreading that which should confirm his

blackest theories. He was unaware of the fact that throughout the interview he had held the stump of cigar

between his teeth. He held it there yet, pacing, pacing up and down the long room.

Then came the expected summons. The telephone bell rang. Monte Irvin clenched his hands and inhaled

deeply. His color changed in a manner that would have aroused a physician's interest. Regaining his

selfpossession by a visible effort, he crossed to a small sidetable upon which the instrument rested. Rolling

"Twenty minutes later came out. Lady was with Sir Lucien. Both walked around to old Bond Street. The

"Overtook them there. He got out of a cab. He joined them. All three up to apartments of a professional

A puzzled expression began to steal over the face of Monte Irvin. At the sound of the telephone bell he had

"Seven to ten minutes later," resumed the nasal voice, "Mr. Gray came down. He hailed a passing cab, but

The fact that the invisible speaker was reading from a notebook he betrayed by his monotonous intonation

and abbreviated sentences, which resembled those of a constable giving evidence in a police court.

"He walked off rapidly in direction of Piccadilly. Colleague followed. Near the Ritz he obtained a cab. He

returned in same to old Bond Street. He ran upstairs and was gone from fourandahalf to five minutes. He

then came down again. He was very pale and agitated. He discharged cab and walked away. Colleague

followed. He saw Mr. Gray enter Prince's Restaurant. In the hall Mr. Gray met a gent unknown by sight to

colleague. Following some conversation both gents went in to dinner. They are there now. Speaking from

"A native, possibly Egyptian, apparently servant of Kazmah, came out a few minutes after Mr. Gray had gone

"What!" cried Irvin, pulling out his watch and glancing at the disk. "But it's after eight o'clock!"

"Yes, sir. The place is all shut up, and other offices in block closed at six. Door of Kazmah's is locked. I

"No, sir. Colleague has just relieved me. Left two gents over their wine at Prince's."

"Then it's Pyne!" he whispered. The hand which held the receiver shook. "Brisleymeet me at the Piccadilly

He put down the telephone, crossed to the wall and pressed a button. The cigar stump held firmly between his

teeth, he stood on the rug before the hearth, facing the door. Presently it opened and Hinkes came in.

He withdrew, closing the door quietly, and Monte Irvin stood staring across the library at the fulllength

portrait in oils of his wife in the pierrot dress which she had worn in the third act of The Maid of the Masque.

It was rather less than two hours earlier on the same evening that Quentin Gray came out of the confectioner's

shop in old Bond Street carrying a neat parcel. Yellow dusk was closing down upon this bazaar of the New

Babylon, and many of the dealers in precious gems, vendors of rich stuffs, and makers of modes had already

deserted their shops. Smartly dressed showgirls, saleswomen, girl clerks and others crowded the pavements,

which at high noon had been thronged with ladies of fashion. Here a tailor's staff, there a hatter's lingered

awhile as iron shutters and gratings were secured, and bidding one another good night, separated and made

off towards Tube and bus. The working day was ended. Society was dressing for dinner.

Gray was about to enter the cab which awaited him, and his freshcolored, boyish face wore an expression of

eager expectancy, which must have betrayed the fact to an experienced beholder that he was hurrying to keep

an agreeable appointment. Then, his hand resting on the handle of the cabdoor, this expression suddenly

A tall, dark man, accompanied by a woman muffled in grey furs and wearing a silk scarf over her hair, had

passed on foot along the opposite side of the street. Gray had seen them through the cab windows.

His smooth brow wrinkled and his mouth tightened to a thin straight line beneath the fair "regulation"

moustache. He fumbled under his overcoat for loose silver, drew out a handful and paid off the taximan.

Sometimes walking in the gutter in order to avoid the throngs upon the pavement, regardless of the fact that

his glossy dressboots were becoming spattered with mud, Gray hurried off in pursuit of the pair. Twenty

yards ahead he overtook them, as they were on the point of passing a picture dealer's window, from which

yellow light streamed forth into the humid dusk. They were walking slowly, and Gray stopped in front of

"Hello, you too!" he cried. "Where are you off to? I was on my way to call for you, Rita."

Flushed and boyish he stood before them, and his annoyance was increased by their failure to conceal the fact

that his appearance was embarrassing if not unwelcome. Mrs. Monte Irvin was a petite, pretty woman,

although some of the more wonderful bronzed tints of her hair suggested the employment of henna, and her

naturally lovely complexion was delicately and artistically enhanced by art. Nevertheless, the flowerlike

face peeping out from the folds of a gauzy scarf, like a rose from a mist, whilst her soft little chin nestled into

the fur, might have explained even in the case of an older man the infatuation which Quentin Gray was at no

She glanced up at her companion, Sir Lucien Pyne, a swarthy, cynical type of aristocrat, imperturbably. Then:

"I had left a note for you, Quentin," she said hurriedly. She seemed to be in a dangerously highstrung

"But I have booked a table and a box," cried Gray, with a hint of juvenile petulance.

"My dear Gray," said Sir Lucien coolly, "we are men of the worldand we do not look for consistency in

womenfolk. Mrs. Irvin has decided to consult a palmist or a hypnotist or some such occult authority before

dining with you this evening. Doubtless she seeks to learn if the play to which you propose to take her is an

His smile of sardonic amusement Gray found to be almost insupportable, and although Sir Lucien refrained

from looking at Mrs. Irvin whilst he spoke, it was evident enough that his words held some covert

"You know perfectly well that I have a particular reason for seeing him," she said.

"A woman's particular reason is a man's feeble excuse," murmured Sir Lucien rudely. "At least, according to

"I was going to meet you at Prince's," said Mrs. Irvin hurriedly, and again glancing at Gray. There was a

pathetic hesitancy in her manner, the hesitancy of a weak woman who adheres to a purpose only by supreme

Again she hesitated and glanced rapidly at Sir Lucien, but he was staring coolly in another direction.

"Kazmah!" cried Gray. "The man who sells perfume and pretends to read dreams? What an extraordinary

"I have been at pains to ascertain," replied Sir Lucien, "at Mrs. Irvin's express desire, that the man of mystery

Beneath the mask of nonchalance which he wore it might have been possible to detect excitement repressed

with difficulty; and had Gray been more composed and not obsessed with the idea that Sir Lucien had

deliberately intruded upon his plans for the evening, he could not have failed to perceive that Mrs. Monte

Irvin was feverishly preoccupied with matters having no relation to dinner and the theatre. But his private

"At Kazmah's?" asked Mrs. Irvin. "Certainly." She turned to Sir Lucien. "Shall you wait? It isn't much use as

"If I do not intrude," replied the baronet, "I will accompany you as far as the cave of the oracle, and then bid

The trio proceeded along old Bond Street. Quentin Gray regarded the story of Kazmah as a very poor lie

devised on the spur of the moment. If he had been less infatuated, his natural sense of dignity must have

dictated an offer to release Mrs. Irvin from her engagement. But jealousy stimulates the worst instincts and

destroys the best. He was determined to attach himself as closely as the old Man of the Sea attached himself

to EsSindibad, in order that the lie might be unmasked. Mrs. Irvin's palpable embarrassment and

A group of shop girls and others waiting for buses rendered it impossible for the three to keep abreast, and

Gray, falling to the rear, stepped upon the foot of a little man who was walking close behind them.

"Sorry, sir," said the man, suppressing an exclamation of painfor the fault had been Gray's.

Gray muttered an ungenerous acknowledgment, all anxiety to regain the side of Mrs. Irvin; for she seemed to

He recovered his place as the two turned in at a lighted doorway. Upon the wall was a bronze plate bearing

Gray fully expected Mrs. Irvin to suggest that he should return later. But without a word she began to ascend

the stairs. Gray followed, Sir Lucien standing aside to give him precedence. On the second floor was a door

painted in Oriental fashion. It possessed neither bell nor knocker, but as one stepped upon the threshold this

door opened noiselessly as if dumbly inviting the visitor to enter the square apartment discovered. This

apartment was richly furnished in the Arab manner, and lighted by a fine brass lamp swung upon chains from

the painted ceiling. The intricate perforations of the lamp were inset with colored glass, and the result was a

subdued and warm illumination. Oddlooking oriental vessels, longnecked jars, jugs with tenuous spouts

and squat bowls possessing engraved and figured covers emerged from the shadows of niches. A low divan

with gaily colored mattresses extended from the door around one corner of the room where it terminated

beside a kind of mushrabiyeh cabinet or cupboard. Beyond this cabinet was a long, low counter laden with

statuettes of Nile gods, amulets, mummybeads and little stoppered flasks of blue enamel ware. There were

two glass cases filled with other strangelooking antiquities. A faint perfume was perceptible.

Sir Lucien entering last of the party, the door closed behind him, and from the cabinet on the right of the

divan a young Egyptian stepped out. He wore the customary white robe, red sash and red slippers, and a

tarbush, the little scarlet cap commonly called a fez, was set upon his head. He walked to a door on the left of

the counter, and slid it noiselessly open. Bowing gravely, "The Sheikh el Kazmah awaits," he said, speaking

It now became evident, even to the infatuated Gray, that Mrs. Irvin was laboring under the influence of

tremendous excitement. She turned to him quickly, and he thought that her face looked almost haggard,

whilst her eyes seemed to have changed colorbecome lighter, although he could not be certain that this

latter effect was not due to the peculiar illumination of the room. But when she spoke her voice was unsteady.

"Will you see if you can find a cab," she said. "It is so difficult at night, and my shoes will get frightfully

muddy crossing Piccadilly. I shall not be more than a few minutes." She walked through the doorway, the

Egyptian standing aside as she passed. He followed her, but came out again almost immediately, reclosed the

Silence claimed the apartment. Sir Lucien threw himself nonchalantly upon the divan, and took out his

"No thanks," replied the other, in tones of smothered hostility. He was ill at ease, and paced the apartment

nervously. Pyne lighted a cigarette, and tossed the extinguished match into a brass bowl.

He walked rapidly to the outer door, which opened at his approach and closed noiselessly behind him as he

Mrs. Monte Irvin entered the inner room. The air was heavy with the perfume of frankincense which

smouldered in a brass vessel set upon a tray. This was the audience chamber of Kazmah. In marked contrast

to the overcrowded appointments, divans and cupboards of the first room, it was sparsely furnished. The floor

was thickly carpeted, but save for an ornate inlaid table upon which stood the tray and incenseburner, and a

long, lowcushioned seat placed immediately beneath a hanging lamp burning dimly in a globular green

shade, it was devoid of decoration. The walls were draped with green curtains, so that except for the presence

Having conducted Mrs. Irvin to the seat, the Egyptian bowed and retired again through the doorway by which

She moved nervously, staring across at the blank wall before her. With her little satin shoe she tapped the

carpet, biting her under lip and seeming to be listening. Nothing stirred. Not even an echo of busy Bond

Street penetrated to the place. Mrs. Irvin unfastened her cloak and allowed it to fall back upon the settee. Her

bare shoulders looked waxen and unnatural in the weird light which shone down upon them. She was

The minutes passed by in unbroken silence. So still was the room that Mrs. Irvin could hear the faint

crackling sound made by the burning charcoal in the brass vessel near her. Wisps of bluegrey smoke arose

through the perforated lid and she began to watch them fascinatedly, so lithe they seemed, like wraiths of

So she was seated, her foot still restlessly tapping, but her gaze arrested by the hypnotic movements of the

smoke, when at last a sound from the outer world, penetrated to the room. A church clock struck the hour of

seven, its clangor intruding upon the silence only as a muffled boom. Almost coincident with the last stroke

Mrs. Irvin started, and her eyes turned instantly in the direction of the greenly draped wall before her. Her

Now that the moment was come to which she had looked forward with mingled hope and terror, long

Out of the darkness dawned a vague light and in it a shape seemed to take form. As the light increased the

effect was as though part of the wall had become transparent so as to reveal the interior of an inner room

where a figure was seated in a massive ebony chair. The figure was that of an oriental, richly robed and

wearing a white turban. His long slim hands, of the color of old ivory, rested upon the arms of the chair, and

on the first finger of the right hand gleamed a big talismanic ring. The face of the seated man was lowered,

So dim the light remained that it was impossible to discern the details with anything like clearness, but that

the cleanshaven face of the man with those wonderful eyes was strikingly and intellectually handsome there

This was Kazmah, "the dream reader," and although Mrs. Irvin had seen him before, his statuesque repose

Kazmah slightly raised his hand in greeting: the big ring glittered in the subdued light.

"Tell me your dream," came a curious mocking voice; "and I will read its portent."

Such was the set formula with which Kazmah opened all interviews. He spoke with a slight and not

unmusical accent. He lowered his hand again. The gaze of those brilliant eyes remained fixed upon the

"Dreams! What I have to say does not belong to dreams, but to reality!" She laughed unmirthfully. "You

"You know! You know!" Suddenly into her voice had come the unmistakable note of hysteria. "Your

theatrical tricks do not impress me. I know what you are! A spyan eavesdropper who watcheswatches,

and listens! But you may go too far! I am nearly desperatedo you understand?nearly desperate. Speak!

"You are distracted," he said. "I am sorry for you. But why do you come to me with your stories of

"Then why do you complain? If you cannot afford to pay for your amusements, and you refuse to

"Oh, my God!" She moaned and swayed dizzily"have pity on me! Who are you, what are you, that you can

bring ruin on a woman because" She uttered a choking sound, but continued hoarsely, "Raise your head.

That quivering, hoarse cry betrayed a condition of desperate febrile excitement. Mrs. Irvin was capable of

proceeding to the wildest extremities. Clearly the mysterious Egyptian recognized this to be the case, for

"I will communicate with you," he said, and the words were spoken almost hurriedly. "Depart in peace"; a

Thereupon the unhappy woman acted; the long suppressed outburst came at last. Stepping rapidly to the

green transparent veil behind which Kazmah was seated, she wrenched it asunder and leapt toward the figure

"You shall not trick me!" she panted. "Hear me out or I go straight to the policenownow!" She grasped

Out of it rose a husky, terrified crya second, louder cry; and then a long, wailing scream . . . horrorladen

Rather less than five minutes later a taxicab drew up in old Bond Street, and from it Quentin Gray leapt out

impetuously and ran in at the doorway leading to Kazmah's stairs. So hurried was his progress that he

collided violently with a little man who, carrying himself with a pronounced stoop, was slinking furtively out.

"Hang it all!" cried Gray irritably. "Why the devil don't you look where you're going!"

He glared angrily into the face of the other. It was a peculiar and rememberable face, notable because of a

long, sharp, hooked nose and very little, foxy, brown eyes; a sly face to which a small, fair moustache only

added insignificance. It was crowned by a widebrimmed bowler hat which the man wore pressed down

He thought he had recognized the man for the same who had been following himself, Mrs. Irvin and Sir

"Don't deny it!" said Gray angrily. "If I had the time I should give you in charge as a suspicious loiterer."

Calling to the cabman to wait, he ran up the stairs to the second floor landing. Before the painted door

bearing the name of Kazmah he halted, and as the door did not open, stamped impatiently, but with no better

At that, since there was neither bell nor knocker, he raised his fist and banged loudly.

Again he bangedand yet again. Then he paused, listening, his ear pressed to the panel.

He could detect no sound of movement within. Fists clenched, he stood staring at the closed door, and his

Passionate and selfwilled, he was shaken by a storm of murderous anger. That Pyne had planned this trick,

with Rita Irvin's consent, he did not doubt, and his passive dislike of the man became active hatred of the

woman he dared not think. He had for long looked upon Sir Lucien in the light of a rival, and the irregularity

Again he pressed his ear to the door, and listened intently. Perhaps they were hiding within. Perhaps this

charlatan, Kazmah, was an accomplice in the pay of Sir Lucien. Perhaps this was a secret place of

To the manifest absurdity of such a conjecture he was blind in his anger. But that he was helpless, befooled,

he recognized; and with a final muttered imprecation he turned and slowly descended the stair. A lingering

hope was dispelled when, looking right and left along Bond Street, he failed to perceive the missing pair.

The cabman glanced at him interrogatively. "I shall not require you," said Gray, and gave the man

Busy with his poisonous conjectures, he remained all unaware of the presence of a furtive, stooping figure

which lurked behind the railings of the arcade at this point linking old Bond Street to Albemarle Street. Nor

had the stooping stranger any wish to attract Gray's attention. Most of the shops in the narrow lane were

already closed, although the florist's at the corner remained open, but of the shadow which lay along the

greater part of the arcade this alert watcher took every advantage. From the recess formed by a shop door he

peered out at Gray, where the light of a street lamp fell upon him, studying his face, his movements, with

Gray, following some moments of indecision, strode off towards Piccadilly. The little man came out

cautiously from his hidingplace and looked after him. Out of a dark porch, ten paces along Bond Street,

appeared a burly figure to fall into step a few yards behind Gray. The little man licked his lips appreciatively

Reaching Piccadilly, Gray stood for a time on the corner, indifferent to the jostling of passersby. Finally he

crossed, walked along to the Prince's Restaurant. and entered the lobby. He glanced at his wristwatch. It

He cancelled his order for a table and was standing staring moodily towards the entrance when the doors

swung open and a man entered who stepped straight up to him, hand extended, and:

Quentin Gray stared as if incredulous at the speaker, and it was with an unmistakable note of welcome in his

The frown disappeared from Gray's forehead, and he gripped the other's hand in hearty greeting. But:

"Stick to plain Seton!" said the newcomer, glancing rapidly about him. "Ottoman titles are not fashionable."

The speaker was a man of arresting personality. Above medium height, well but leanly built, the face of

Seton "Pasha" was burned to a deeper shade than England's wintry sun is capable of producing. He wore a

closetrimmed beard and moustache, and the bronze on his cheeks enhanced the brightness of his grey eyes

and rendered very noticeable a slight frosting of the dark hair above his temples. He had the indescribable air

of a "sure" man, a sound man to have beside one in a tight place; and looking into the rather grim face,

Quentin Gray felt suddenly ashamed of himself. From Seton Pasha he knew that he could keep nothing back.

He knew that presently he should find himself telling this quiet, brownskinned man the whole story of his

"My dear fellow," he said, "you must pardon me if I sometimes fail to respect your wishes in this matter.

When I left the East the name of Seton Pasha was on everybody's tongue. But are you alone?"

"No; I saw you through the doorway as I was passing. But this will do as well as another place. I gather that

He ran off in his boyish, impetuous fashion, and Seton watched him, smiling quietly.

The table proved to be available, and ere long the two were discussing an excellent dinner. Gray lost much of

his irritability and began to talk coherently upon topics of general interest. Presently, following an interval

"Do you know, Seton," he said, "you are the one man in London whose company I could have tolerated

"Your arrivals are always peculiarly opportune." Gray stared at Seton with an expression of puzzled

admiration. "I don't think I shall ever understand your turning up immediately before the Senussi raid in

"Then you vanished in the same mysterious fashion, and the C. O. was a sphinx on the subject. I next saw

you strolling out of the gate at Baghdad. How the devil you'd got to Baghdad, considering that you didn't

"No," said Seton judicially, gazing through his uplifted wineglass; "when one comes to consider the matter

without prejudice it is certainly odd. But do I know the lady to whose nonappearance I owe the pleasure of

"My dear Gray, when I see a man standing biting his nails and glaring out into Piccadilly from a restaurant

entrance I ask myself a question. When I learn that he has just cancelled an order for a table for two I answer

"Yes, it's good to feel young, but bad to feel a young fool; and that's what I feeland what I am. Listen!"

Leaning across the table so that the light of the shaded lamp fell fully upon his flushed, eager face, Gray, not

without embarrassment, told his companion of the "dirty trick"so he phrased itwhich Sir Lucien Pyne

Seton sat regarding him in silence with a cool, calculating stare which some men had termed insolent,

absently tapping his teeth with the gold rim of a monocle which he carried but apparently never used for any

other purpose; and it was at about this time that a long low car passed near the door of the restaurant, crossing

From the car Monte Irvin alighted and, telling the man to wait, set out on foot. Ten paces along Bond Street

he encountered a small, stooping figure which became detached from the shadows of a shop door. The light

of a street lamp shone down upon the sharp, hooked nose and into the cunning little brown eyes of Brisley, of

"Probably, sir." Brisley licked his lips. "My colleague, Gunn, reports no one came out whilst I was away

"But the whole thing seems preposterous. Are there no other offices in the block where they might be?"

"I personally saw Mr. Gray, Sir Lucien Pyne and the lady go into Kazmah's. At that timeroughly, ten to

"There is absolutely no possibility that they might have come out unseen by you?"

Old Bond Street now was darkened and deserted; the yellow mist had turned to fine rain, and Gunn, his hands

thrust in his pockets, was sheltering under the porch of the arcade. Gunn possessed a purple complexion

which attained to full vigor of coloring in the nasal region. His moustache of dirty grey was stained brown in

the centre as if by frequent potations of stout, and his bulky figure was artificially enlarged by the presence of

two overcoats, the outer of which was a waterproof and the inner a blue garment appreciably longer both in

sleeve and skirt than the former. The effect produced was one of great novelty. Gunn touched the brim of his

soft felt hat, which he wore turned down all round apparently in imitation of a flowerpot.

"All snug, sir," he said, hoarsely and confidentially, bending forward and breathing the words into Irvin's ear.

"Yes, sir, this way, sir. Be careful of the step there. You may remark that the outer door is not yet closed. I

am informed upon reliable authority as the last to go locks the door. Hence we perceive that the last has not

yet gone. It is likewise opened by the first to come of a mornin'. Here we are, sir; door on the right."

The landing was in darkness, but as Gunn spoke he directed the ray of a pocket lamp upon a bronze plate

"All snug," he repeated; "as snug as a eel in mud. The decree nisi is yours, sir. As an alderman of the City of

"Hold your tongue!" rapped Irvin. "You've been drinking: and I place no reliance whatever in your evidence.

I do not believe that my wife or any one else but ourselves is upon these premises."

The watery eyes of the insulted man protruded unnaturally. "Drinkin'!" he whispered, "drink"

"Excuse me, sir," interrupted the nasal voice of Brisley, "but I can absolutely answer for Gunn. Reputation of

the Agency at stake. Worked with us for three years. Parties undoubtedly on the premises as reported."

"I shall be glad," said Monte Irvin, and his voice shook emotionally, "if you will lend me your pocket lamp. I

am naturally upset. Will you kindly both go downstairs. I will call if I want you."

The two men obeyed, Gunn muttering hoarsely to Brisley; and Monte Irvin was left standing on the landing,

the lamp in his hand. He waited until he knew from the sound of their footsteps that the pair had regained the

street, then, resting his arm against the closed door, and pressing his forehead to the damp sleeve of his coat,

Quentin Gray and Seton strolled out of Prince's and both paused whilst Seton lighted a long black cheroot.

"It seems a pity to waste that box," said Gray. "Suppose we look in at the Gaiety for an hour?"

His humor was vastly improved, and he watched the passing throngs with an expression more suited to his

boyish good looks than that of anger and mortification which had rested upon him an hour earlier.

"My official business is finished for the day," he replied. "I place myself unreservedly in your hands."

A long, low car, the chauffeur temporarily detained by the stoppage of a motorbus ahead, had slowed up

within three yards of the spot where they were standing. Gray seized Seton's arm in a fierce grip.

"Seton," he said, his voice betraying intense excitement, "Look! There is Monte Irvin!"

The car moved away, swinging to the right across the traffic stream and clearly heading for old Bond Street.

Quentin Gray's mercurial color deserted him, and he turned to Seton a face grown suddenly pale.

Neglectful of his personal safety, he plunged out into the traffic, dodging this way and that, and making after

Monte Irvin's car. Of the fact that his friend was close beside him he remained unaware until, on the corner of

old Bond Street, a firm grip settled upon his shoulder. Gray turned angrily. But the grip was immovable, and

"You are about to become involved in some very unsavory business; and I repeatpull up. In a moment we

shall learn all there is to be learned. But are you determined openly to thrust yourself into the family affairs of

"You are determined to intrude upon this man in your present frame of mind at a time of evident trouble?"

"Quite so. Rely upon me. But endeavor to behave more like a man of the world and less like a dangerous

Quentin Gray audibly gnashed his teeth, but the cool stare of the other's eyes was quelling, and now as their

glances met and clashed, a sympathetic smile softened the lines of Seton's grim mouth, and:

"I quite understand, old chap," he said, linking his arm in Gray's. "But can't you see how important it is, for

"Seton"Gray's voice broke"I'm sorry. I know I'm mad; but I was with her only an hour ago, and now"

"And now 'her' husband appears on the scene accompanied by a police inspector and a sergeant. What are

"I mean does he approve of your friendship with his wife, or is it a clandestine affair?"

"Clandestine?certainly not. I was on my way to call at the house when I met her with Pyne this evening."

"That is what I wanted to know. Very well; since you intend to follow the thing up, it simplifies matters

"It means that we shall get a very poor reception if we intrude. Question the chauffeur."

"What's the trouble, Pattison?" he demanded breathlessly. "I saw police in the car a moment ago."

"Yes, sir. I don't rightly know, sir, what's happened. But Mr. Irvin drove from home to the corner of old Bond

Street a quarter of an hour ago and told me to wait, then came back again and drove round to Vine Street to

Even as he spoke, with excitement illconcealed, a policesergeant came out of the doorway, and:

"Move on, there," he said to Seton and Gray. "You mustn't hang about this door."

"Excuse me, Sergeant," cried Gray, "but if the matter concerns Mrs. Monte Irvin I can probably supply

The Sergeant stared at him hard, saw that both he and his friend wore evening dress, and grew

"Very good, sir." He turned to the chauffeur. "Hand me out the bag I gave you at Vine Street." Pattison

leaned over the door at the front of the car, and brought out a big leather grip. With this in hand the

Gray returned no answer, moving restlessly up and down before the door in a fever of excitement and dread.

Followed by Seton and Gray he led the way up to the landing before Kazmah's apartments. It was vaguely

lighted by two policelanterns. Four men were standing there, and four pairs of eyes were focussed upon the

"That you, Gray?" Quentin Gray would not have recognized the voice. "Thanks for offering your help. God

knows I need all I can get. You were with Rita tonight. What happened? Where is she?"

"Heaven knows where she is!" cried Gray. "I left her here with Pyne shortly after seven o'clock."

He paused, fixing his gaze upon the face of Brisley, whose shifty eyes avoided him and who was licking his

"Why," said Gray, "I believe you are the fellow who has been following me all night for some reason."

"Never mind, Gray," interrupted Irvin. "I was to blame. But he was following my wife, not you. Tell me

"To consult this man, Kazmah. I actually saw her enter the inner room, I went to get a cab, and when I

"We may as well proceed, Inspector Whiteleaf," he said. "Mr. Gray's evidence throws no light on the matter

"Very well, sir," was the reply; "we have the warrant, and have given the usual notice to whoever may be

The Sergeant stepped forward, placed the leather bag on the floor, and stooping, opened it, revealing a

"No, no!" cried Monte Irvin. "Waste no time. You have a crowbar there. Force the door from its hinges.

"It doesn't work on hinges!" Gray interrupted excitedly. "It slides to the right by means of some arrangement

Setting it beside him, the Sergeant knelt and examined the threshold of the door.

"A metal plate," he said. "The weight moves a lever, I suppose, which opens the door if it isn't locked. The

lock will be on the left of the door as it opens to the right. Let's see what we can do."

He stood up, crowbar in hand, and inserted the chisel blade of the implement between the edge of the door

The dull metallic sound of hammer blows on steel echoed queerly around the well of the staircase. Brisley

and Gunn, standing very close together on the bottom step of the stair to the third floor, watched the police

furtively. Irvin and Gray found a common fascination in the door itself, and Seton, cheroot in mouth, looked

Firmly grasping the bar, Burton brought all his weight to bear upon it. There was a dull, cracking sound and a

"There's where it locks!" said the Inspector, directing the light of a lantern upon the crevice created. "Three

"We'll soon get at the bolts," replied Burton, the lust of destruction now strong upon him.

Wrenching the crowbar from its place he attacked the lower panel of the door, and amid a loud splintering

and crashing created a hole big enough to allow of the passage of a hand and arm.

The Inspector reached in, groped about, and then uttered an exclamation of triumph.

"I've unfastened the bolt," he said. "If there isn't another at the top you ought to be able to force the door now,

"Drive it further in!" said Monte Irvin; and snatching up the heavy hammer, he rained blows upon the steel

There came a dull report of parting mechanism, more sounds of splintering wood . . . and the door rolled

He stumbled into the room, from which a heavy smell of perfume swept out upon the landing. Quentin Gray,

snatching the lantern from the floor, where it had been replaced, was the next to enter.

Even as he spoke, Gray had found the switch, and the apartment of Kazmah became flooded with subdued

Gray ran across to the mushrabiyeh cabinet and jerked the curtains aside. There was no one in the cabinet. It

contained a chair and a table. Upon the latter was a telephone and some papers and books. "This way!" he

He burst through the doorway into the inner room which he had seen Mrs. Irvin enter. The air was laden with

But Monte Irvin had caught it up and was already at his elbow. His hand was shaking so that the light danced

wildly now upon the carpet, now upon the green walls. This room also was deserted. A black gap in the

"My God, look!" muttered the Inspector, who, with the others, now stood in the curious draped apartment.

Monte Irvin staggered and fell back against the Inspector, clutching at him for support. But Sergeant Burton,

who carried the second lantern, crossed the room and wrenched the green draperies bodily from their

They had masked a wooden partition or stout screen, having an aperture in the centre which could be closed

by means of another of the sliding doors. A space some five feet deep was thus walled off from this second

room. It contained a massive ebony chair. Behind the chair, and dividing the second room into yet a third

section, extended another wooden partition in one end of which was an ordinary office door; and immediately

at the back of the chair appeared a little opening or window, some three feet up from the floor. The sound of a

And now the narrow apartment became filled with all the awestricken company, only excepting Monte

Flat upon the floor, between the door and the ebony chair, arms extended and eyes staring upward at the

ceiling, lay Sir Lucien Pyne, his white shirt front redly dyed. In the hush which had fallen, the footsteps of

Inspector Whiteleaf sounded loudly as he opened the final door, and swept the interior of an inner room with

The room was barely furnished as an office. There was another halfglazed door opening on to a narrow

"Pyne!" whispered Gray, pale now to the lips. "Do you understand, Seton? It's Pyne! Look! He has been

Sergeant Burton knelt down and gingerly laid his hand upon the stained linen over the breast of Sir Lucien.

Inspector Whiteleaf rather clumsily removed his cap. The odor of Seton's cheroot announced itself above the

"See if this telephone in the office is in order. It appears to be an extension from the outer room."

While the others stood grouped about that still figure on the floor, Sergeant Burton entered the little office.

"Hello!" he cried. "Yes?" A momentary interval, then: "It's all right, sir. What number?"

"Gentlemen," said the Inspector, firmly and authoritatively, "I am about to telephone to Vine Street for

Chief Inspector Kerry, of the Criminal Investigation Department, stood before the empty grate of his

cheerless office in New Scotland Yard, one hand thrust into the pocket of his blue reefer jacket and the other

twirling a malacca cane, which was heavily silvermounted and which must have excited the envy of every

sergeantmajor beholding it. Chief Inspector Kerry wore a very narrowbrimmed bowler hat, having two

ventilation holes conspicuously placed immediately above the band. He wore this hat tilted forward and to the

"Red Kerry" wholly merited his sobriquet, for the man was as red as fire. His hair, which he wore cropped

close as a pugilist's, was brilliantly red, and so was his short, wiry, aggressive moustache. His complexion

was red, and from beneath his straight red eyebrows he surveyed the world with a pair of unblinking,

intolerant steelblue eyes. He never smoked in public, as his taste inclined towards Irish twist and a short

clay pipe; but he was addicted to the use of chewinggum, and as he chewedand he chewed

incessantlyhe revealed a perfect row of large, white, and positively savagelooking teeth. High cheek

bones and prominent maxillary muscles enhanced the truculence indicated by his chin.

But, next to this truculence, which was the first and most alarming trait to intrude itself upon the observer's

attention, the outstanding characteristic of Chief Inspector Kerry was his compact neatness. Of no more than

medium height but with shoulders like an acrobat, he had slim, straight legs and the feet of a dancing master.

His attire, from the squarepointed collar down to the neat black brogues, was spotless. His reefer jacket

fitted him faultlessly, but his trousers were cut so unfashionably narrow that the protuberant thigh muscles

and the line of a highly developed calf could quite easily be discerned. The hand twirling the cane was small

but also muscular, freckled and covered with light down. Red Kerry was built on the lines of a whippet, but

The telephone bell rang. Inspector Kerry moved his square shoulders in a manner oddly suggestive of a

wrestler, laid the malacca cane on the mantleshelf, and crossed to the table. Taking up the telephone:

He replaced the receiver, took up a wet oilskin overall from the back of a chair and the cane from the

mantleshelf. Then rolling chewinggum from one corner of his mouth into the other, he snapped off the

Along the corridor he went with a lithe, silent step, moving from the hips and swinging his shoulders. Before

a door marked "Private" he paused. From his waistcoat pocket he took a little silver convex mirror and

surveyed himself critically therein. He adjusted his neat tie, replaced the mirror, knocked at the door and

This important official was a man constructed on huge principles, a man of military bearing, having tired eyes

and a bewildered manner. He conveyed the impression that the collection of documents, books, telephones,

and other paraphernalia bestrewing his table had reduced him to a state of stupor. He looked up wearily and

"Ah, Chief Inspector Kerry?" he said, with vague surprise. "Yes. I told you to come. Really, I ought to have

been at home hours ago. It's most unfortunate. I have to do the work of three men. This is your department, is

His speech, in moments of interest, must have suggested to one overhearing him from an adjoining room, for

instance, the operation of a telegraphic instrument. He gave to every syllable the value of a rap and certain

"Ah," murmured the Assistant Commissioner. "Yes. Divisional Inspector Somebody (I cannot read the

name) has detained all the parties. But you had better report at Vine Street. It appears to be a big case."

"Certainlycertainly," said the Assistant Commissioner, waving one large hand in the direction of a

Kerry crossed the room, laid his oilskin and cane upon a chair, and from the shelf where it reposed took a

squat volume. The Assistant Commissioner, hand pressed to brow, began to study a document which lay

"Here we are," said Kerry, sotto voce. "Pyne, Sir Lucien St. Aubyn, fourth baronet, son of General Sir

Christian Pyne, K.C.B. H'm! Born Malta. . . . Oriel College; first in classics. . . . H'm. Blue. . . . India, Burma.

"Certainlycertainly," murmured the Assistant Comissioner, glancing up absently. "Good night."

"Ierwhat was I going to say? Oh, yes! The social importance of the murdered man raises the case from

theeryou follow me? Public interest will become acute, no doubt. I have therefore selected you for your

Kerry passed out into the corridor, closing the door quietly. The Assistant Commissioner was a man for

whom he entertained the highest respect. Despite the bewildered air and wandering manner, he knew this big,

tiredlooking soldier for an administrator of infinite capacity and inexhaustive energy.

Proceeding to a room further along the corridor, Chief Inspector Kerry opened the door and looked in.

"DetectiveSergeant Coombes." he snapped, and rolled chewinggum from side to side of his mouth.

DetectiveSergeant Coombes, a plump, short man having lank black hair and a smile of sly contentment

perpetually adorning his round face, rose hurriedly from the chair upon which he had been seated. Another

man who was in the room rose also, as if galvanized by the glare of the fierce blue eyes.

"I'm going to Vine Street," said Kerry succinctly; "you're coming with me," turned, and went on his way.

Two taxicabs were standing in the yard, and into the first of these Inspector Kerry stepped, followed by

Coombes, the latter breathing heavily and carrying his hat in his hand, since he had not yet found time to put

He leaned back in the cab, chewing industriously. Coombes, having somewhat recovered his breath, essayed

Knowing the man and recognizing the mood, Coombes became silent, and this silence he did not break all the

"Wait," said Chief Inspector Kerry, and went swinging in, carrying his overall and having the malacca cane

"No," said Kerry. "It's murder; and there seems to be stacks of evidence. Sharpen your pencil."

They were almost immediately at their destination, and Chief Inspector Kerry, dismissing the cabman, set off

along Bond Street with his lithe, swinging gait, looking all about him intently. Rain had ceased, but the air

A car was standing before Kazmah's premises, the chauffeur walking up and down on the pavement and

flapping his hands across his chest in order to restore circulation. The Chief Inspector stopped, "Hi, my

Kerry turned on his heel and stepped to the office door. It was ajar, and Kerry, taking an electric torch from

his overall pocket, flashed the light upon the nameplate. He stood for a moment, chewing and looking up

Kazmah's door was closed, and the Chief Inspector rapped loudly. It was opened at once by Sergeant Burton,

The room at first sight seemed to be extremely crowded. Monte Irvin, very pale and haggard, sat upon the

divan beside Quentin Gray. Seton was standing near the cabinet, smoking. These three had evidently been

conversing at the time of the detective's arrival with an alertlooking, cleanshaven man whose bag,

umbrella, and silk hat stood upon one of the little inlaid tables. Just inside the second door were Brisley and

Gunn, both palpably ill at ease, and glancing at Inspector Whiteleaf, who had been interrogating them.

Kerry chewed silently for a moment, bestowing a fierce stare upon each face in turn, then:

"Don't think. Shut the door. Post your Sergeant inside. No one is to go out. Grab anybody who comes in.

"This way," said Inspector Whiteleaf hurriedly; then, over his shoulder: "Go down to the door, Burton."

He led Kerry towards the inner room, Coombes at his heels. Brisley and Gunn stood aside to give them

"You will all be good enough to stay where you are," he said. He directed the aggressive stare in Seton's

direction. "And if the gentleman smoking a cheroot is not satisfied that he has quite destroyed any clue

perceptible by the sense of smell I should be glad to send out for some fireworks."

He tossed his oilskin and his cane on the divan and went into the room of seance, savagely biting at a piece of

The torn green curtain had been laid aside and the electric lights turned on in the inside rooms. Pallid, Sir

Always with the keen eyes glancing this way and that, Inspector Kerry crossed the little audience room and

entered the enclosure contained between the two screens. By the side of the dead man he stood, looking down

silently. Then he dropped upon one knee and peered closely into the white face. He looked up.

Kerry bent yet lower, staring closely at a discolored abrasion on Sir Lucien's forehead. His glance wandered

from thence to the carved ebony chair. Still kneeling, he drew from his waistcoat pocket a powerful lens

contained in a washleather bag. He began to examine the back and sides of the chair. Once he laid his finger

lightly on a protruding point of the carving, and then scrutinised his finger through the glass. He examined

the dead man's hands, his nails, his garments. Then he crawled about, peering closely at the carpet.

Inspector Whiteleaf retired, but returned immediately with the cleanshaven man to whom Monte Irvin had

"Good evening, doctor," said Kerry. "Do I know your name? Start your notes, Coombes."

"It was unnecessary to move him. He was dead, and the wound was in the left shoulder. I pulled his coat open

"Why a stiletto?" Kerry's fierce eyes challenged him. "Did you ever see a wound made by a stiletto?"

"Severalin Italy, and one at Saffron Hill. They are characterised by very little external bleeding."

"The direction of the wound is forward. I have seen an almost identical wound in the case of an Italian

Dr. Weston seemed rather startled by this abrupt dismissal, but the steelblue eyes of Inspector Kerry were

already bent again upon the dead man, and, murmuring "good night," the doctor took his departure, followed

"Shut this door," snapped Kerry after the Inspector. "I will call when I want you. You stay, Coombes. Got it

"Yes," he said, with hesitancy. "That is, except the word after 'narrowbladed weapon such as a' I've got what

"Try taking the cottonwool out of your ears," he suggested. "The word was stiletto,

Silence fell between the two men from Scotland Yard. Kerry stood awhile, chewing and staring at the ghastly

Sergeant Coombes placed his notebook and pencil upon the seat of the chair and set to work. Kerry entered

the inside room or office. It contained a writingtable (upon which was a telephone and a pile of old

newspapers), a cabinet, and two chairs. Upon one of the chairs lay a crushhat, a cane, and an overcoat. He

glanced at some of the newspapers, then opened the drawers of the writingtable. They were empty. The

cabinet proved to be locked, and a door which he saw must open upon a narrow passage running beside the

suite of rooms was locked also. There was nothing in the pockets of the overcoat, but inside the hat he found

pasted the initials L. P. He rolled chewinggum, stared reflectively at the little window immediately above the

table, through which a glimpse might be obtained of the ebony chair, and went out again.

"Good," said Kerry. "Make a note of it. He wears a real pearl stud and a good signet ring; also a gold wrist

watch, face broken and hands stopped at sevenfifteen. That was the time he died. He was stabbed from

behind as he stood where I'm standing now, fell forward, struck his head on the leg of the chair, and lay face

"Broken as he fell. There are tiny fragments of glass stuck in the carpet, showing the exact position in which

"Seton Pasha!" Kerry's teeth snapped together, so that he seemed to bite off the words. "I don't see a Turk

"My friend uses a title which was conferred upon me some years ago by the exKhedive," he said. "My name

"Notes," he said. "Unlock your ears, Coombes. He looked at Gray. "What is your name?"

He paused, glancing helplessly at Seton. He had recognized that the first mention of Rita Irvin's name in the

"I should be glad, Inspector," he said, "if you would remember that the dead man was a personal acquaintance

"Pull up, Gray," he said quietly. "Pull up, old chap." He turned his cool regard upon Chief Inspector Kerry,

twirling the cord of his monocle about one finger. "I may remark, Inspector Kerryfor I understand this to

be your namethat your conduct of the inquiry is not always characterised by the best possible taste."

Kerry rolled chewinggum, meeting Seton's gaze with a stare intolerant and aggressive. He imparted that odd

"For my conduct I am responsible to the Commissioner," he replied. "And if he's not satisfied the

Commissioner can have my written resignation at any hour in the twentyfour that he's short of a

pipelighter. If it would not inconvenience you to keep quiet for two minutes I will continue my examination

The examination of Quentin Gray was three times interrupted by telephone messages from Vine Street; and

to the unsatisfactory character of these the growing irascibility of Chief Inspector Kerry bore testimony. Then

the divisional surgeon arrived, and Burton incurred the wrath of the Chief Inspector by deserting his post to

"If inspired idiocy can help the law," shouted Kerry, "the man who did this job is as good as dead!" He turned

his fierce gaze in Gray's direction. "Thank you, sir. I need trouble you no further."

"But damn it all!" cried Gray, his pentup emotions at last demanding an outlet, "I won't submit to your

infernal dragooning! Do you realize that while you're standing here, doing nothingabsolutely nothingan

"I realize," snapped Kerry, showing his teeth in canine fashion, "that if you're not outside in ten seconds

White with passion, Gray was on the point of uttering other angry and provocative words when Seton took

his arm in a firm grip. "Gray!" he said sharply. "You leave with me now or I leave alone."

"Read out all the times mentioned in the last witness's evidence," directed Kerry, undisturbed by the

"I said the times," rapped Kerry. "I know to what they refer. Just give me the times as mentioned."

"Oh," murmured Coombes, "Yes. 'About halfpast six.'" He ran his finger down the page. "'A quarter to

"Stop!" said Kerry. "That's enough." He fixed a baleful glance upon Gunn, who from a point of the room

discreetly distant from the terrible red man was watching with watery eyes. "Who's the smart in all the

"Oh!" shouted Kerry, moving his shoulders. He approached the speaker and glared menacingly into his

purple face. "Ho, ho! So you're one of the queer birds out of that roost, are you? Spinker's Agency! Ah, yes!"

He fixed his gaze now upon the pale features of Brisley. "I've seen you before, haven't I?"

"Yes, Chief Inspector," said Brisley, licking his lips. "Hayward's Heath. We have been retained by"

He twisted round upon his heel, facing Monte Irvin. Angry words trembled on his tongue. But at sight of the

broken man who sat there alone, haggard, a subtle change of expression crept into his fierce eyes, and when

he spoke again the highpitched voice was almost gentle. "You had employed these men, sir, to watch"

He paused, glancing towards Whiteleaf, who had just entered again, and then in the direction of the inner

"To watch my wife, Inspector. Thank you, but all the world will know tomorrow. I might as well get used to

Monte Irvin's pallor grew positively alarming. He swayed suddenly and extended his hands in a significant

"All right, Inspectorall right," muttered Irvin. "Thank you. It has been a great shock. At first I feared"

"You thought your wife had been attacked, I understand? Wellit's not so bad as that, sir. I am going to

"It can keep until tomorrow. I've enough work in this peepshow here to have me busy all night. Come along.

Monte Irvin rose unsteadily. He knew that there was cardiac trouble in his family, but he had never realized

"Mrs. Irvin's disappearance ? Don't worry, sir. Without exactly having a theory I think I may say that in my

Inspector Whiteleaf held back the sliding door, the mechanism of which had been broken so that the door

"Funny, isn't it," said Gunn, as the two disappeared and Inspector Whiteleaf reentered, "that a man should

"Damn funny!" said Whiteleaf, whose temper was badly frayed by contact with Kerry. "I should have a good

He crossed the room, going in to where the surgeon was examining the victim of this mysterious crime. Gunn

"A person doesn't get much sympathy from the police, Brisley," he declared. "That one's almost as bad as

"Red Kerry is a holy terror," he agreed, sotto voce, glancing aside to where Coombes was checking his notes.

"Now," cried Kerry, swinging into the room, "what's the game? Plotting to defeat the ends of justice?"

He stood with hands thrust in reefer pockets, feet wide apart, glancing fiercely from Brisley to Gunn, and

from Gunn back again to Brisley. Neither of the representatives of Spinker's Agency ventured any remark,

He turned on his heel and crossed to the divan upon which his oilskin overall was lying. Rapidly he removed

his reefer and his waistcoat, folded them, and placed them neatly beside his overall. He retained his bowler at

A cud of presumably flavorless chewinggum he deposited in a brass bowl, and from a little packet which he

had taken out of his jacket pocket he drew a fresh piece, redolent of mint. This he put into his mouth, and

returned the packet to its restingplace. A slim, trim figure, he stood looking round him reflectively.

The clock of Brixton Town Hall was striking the hour of 1 a.m. as Chief Inspector Kerry inserted his key in

A light was burning in the hallway, and from the little diningroom on the left the reflection of a cheerful fire

danced upon the white paint of the halfopen door. Kerry deposited his hat, cane, and overall upon the rack,

and moving very quietly entered the room and turned on the light. A modestly furnished and scrupulously

neat apartment was revealed. On the sheepskin rug before the fire a Manx cat was dozing beside a pair of

carpet slippers. On the table some kind of cold repast was laid, the viands concealed under china covers. At a

large bottle of Guiness's Extra Stout Kerry looked with particular appreciation.

He heaved a long sigh of contentment, and opened the bottle of stout. Having poured out a glass of the black

and foaming liquid and satisfied an evidently urgent thirst, he explored beneath the covers, and presently was

"Sure it is," replied Kerry; and no one who had heard the high official tones of the imperious Chief Inspector

would have supposed that they could be so softened and modulated. "You should have been asleep hours ago,

Sounds of movement in the room above followed, and presently footsteps on the stairs. Mrs. Kerry,

enveloped in a woollen dressinggown, which obviously belonged to the Inspector, came into the room.

Upon her Kerry directed a look from which all fierceness had been effaced, and which expressed only an

undying admiration. And, indeed, Mary Kerry was in many respects a remarkable character. Half an inch

taller than Kerry, she fully merited the compliment designed by that trite apothegm, "a fine woman."

Largeboned but shapely, as she came in with her long dark hair neatly plaited, it seemed to her

husbandwho had regained her loverthat he saw before him the rosycheeked lass whom ten years

before he had met and claimed on the chilly shores of Loch Broom. By all her neighbors Mrs. Kerry was

looked upon as a proud, reserved person, who had held herself much aloof since her husband had become

Chief Inspector; and the reputation enjoyed by Red Kerry was that of an aggressive and uncompanionable

man. Now here was a lover's meeting, not lacking the shy, downward glance of dark eyes as steelblue eyes

Kerry, who quarrelled with everybody except the Assistant Commissioner, had only found one cause of

quarrel with Mary. He was a devout Roman Catholic, and for five years he had clung with the bulldog

tenacity which was his to the belief that he could convert his wife to the faith of Rome. She remained true to

the Scottish Free Church, in whose precepts she had been reared, and at the end of the five years Kerry gave

it up and admired her all the more for her Caledonian strength of mind. Many and heated were the debates he

had held with worthy Father O'Callaghan respecting the validity of a marriage not solemnized by a priest, but

of late years he had grown reconciled to the parting of the ways on Sunday morning; and as the early mass

was over before the Scottish service he was regularly to be seen outside a certain Presbyterian chapel waiting

She rested her arm on the back of the saddleback chair, and her dark head close beside Kerry's fiery red one.

"I kenned ye had a new case on," she said, "when it grew so late. How long can ye stay?"

"An hour. No more. There's a lot to do before the papers come out in the morning. By breakfast time all

England, including the murderer, will know I'm in charge of the case. I wish I could muzzle the Press."

Kerry stooped without another word and began to unlace his brogues. Meanwhile from a sidetable his wife

brought a silver tobaccobox and a stumpy Irish clay. The slippers substituted for his shoes, Kerry lovingly

filled the cracked and blackened bowl with strong Irish twist, which he first teased carefully in his palm. The

bowl rested almost under his nostrils when he put the pipe in his mouth, and how he contrived to light it

without burning his moustache was not readily apparent. He succeeded, however, and soon was puffing

"Now," said his wife, seating herself upon the arm of the chair, "tell me, Dan."

Thereupon began a procedure identical to that which had characterized the outset of every successful case of

the Chief Inspector. He rapidly outlined the complexities of the affair in old Bond Street, and Mary Kerry

surveyed the problem with a curious and almost fey detachment of mind, which enabled her to see light

where all was darkness to the man on the spot. With the clarity of a trained observer Kerry described the

apartments of Kazmah, the exact place where the murdered man had been found, and the construction of the

rooms. He gave the essential points from the evidence of the several witnesses, quoting the exact times at

which various episodes had taken place. Mary Kerry, looking straightly before her with unseeing eyes,

"There are really but twa rooms," she said, in a faraway voice, "but the second o' these is parteetioned into

"A door free the landing opens upon the fairst room, a door free a passage opens upon the second. Where

"From the main stair along beside Kazmah's rooms to a small back stair. This back stair goes from top to

"Then if the evidence o' the Spinker man is above suspeecion, Mrs. Irvin and this Kazmah were still on the

"Exactly. I gathered that much at Vine Street before I went on to Bond Street. The whole block was

"None. It's a blank wall on the left, and one door on the rightthe one opening into the Kazmah office.

"In a corridor similar to that alongside Kazmah's. It has two windows on the right overlooking a narrow roof

and the top of the arcade, and on the left is the Cubanis Cigarette Company. The other offices are across the

"Kazmah and Mrs. Irvin could ha' come down to the fairst floor, or gene up to the thaird floor unseen by the

"If puir Sir Lucien Pyne was killed at a quarter after seventhe time his watch was brokenthe native

sairvent did no' kill him. Frae the Spinker's evidence the black man went awe' before then," she said. "Mrs.

"From all accounts a slip of a woman," he replied. "It was a strong hand that struck the blow."

"Mr. Quentin Gray came back wi' a cab and went upstairs, free the Spinker's evidence, at aboot a quarter after

"We have only the bare word of Mr. Gray that he didn't go in again, Mary; but I believe him. He's a

"That's the point at which I got stumped," he replied. "We've heard of him at the Yard, of course, and we

know that under the cloak of a dealer in Eastern perfumes he carried on a fortunetelling business. He

managed to avoid prosecution, though. It took me over an hour tonight to explore the thoughtreading

mechanism; it's a sort of Maskelyne's Mysteries worked from the inside room. But who Kazmah is or what's

"Yes, Mary. The first room is a sort of miniature scent bazaar. There are funny little imitation antique flasks

of Kazmah preparations, creams, perfumes and incense, also small square wooden boxes of a kind of Turkish

delight, and a stock of Egyptian mummybeads, statuettes, and the like, which may be genuine for all I

"The place was ransacked by the same folk that emptied the dead man's pockets so as tee leave nae clue,"

pronounced the sibyllike voice. "Mr. Gray said he had choc'lates wi' him. Where did he leave them?"

"Mary, you're a wonder!" exclaimed the admiring Kerry. "The box was lying on the divan in the first room

"He is not such an old friend as Sir Lucien was. But I fancy nevertheless it was Mr. Gray that her husband

"No," replied Kerry promptly; "I don't. The boy is mad about her, but I fancy she just liked his company. He's

the heir of Lord Wrexborough, and Mrs. Irvin used to be a stage beauty. It's a usual state of affairs, and more

"I dinna ken sich folk," declared Mary Kerry. "They a'most desairve all they get. They are bound tee come tee

"Ye told me that he only kepit twa sairvents: a cook, hoosekeper, who lived awe', an' a mana foreigner?"

"A kind of halfbaked Dago, named Juan Mareno. A citizen of the United States according to his own

"He's a hateful swine!" flashed Kerry, with sudden venom. "I'm watching Mareno very closely. Coombes is at

work upon Sir Lucien's papers. His life was a bit of a mystery. He seems to have had no relations living, and I

"The servant? Yes. We'll have him by the morning, and then we shall know who Kazmah is. Meanwhile, in

"Eh!" cried Kerry, turning his head excitedly. "But the man Brisley was at the door all night!"

"You're always right, Mary," he said. "But hang me ifNever mind! When we get the servant we'll soon get

"It's no' clear eno', Dan. But for sure behind this mystery o' the death o' Sir Lucien there's a darker mystery

still; sair dark. 'Tis the biggest case ye ever had. Dinna look for Kazmah. Look tee find why the woman went

tee him; and try tee find the meanin' o' the sma' window behind the big chair. . . . Yes"she seemed to be

"She is wairse than dead. Her sins have found her out." The fey light suddenly left her eyes, and they became

filled with tears. She turned impulsively to her husband. "Oh, Dan! Ye must find her! Ye must find her! Puir

She brushed the tears from her eyes and tried to smile. "'Tis something like the second sight, Dan," she

answered simply. "And it's escapit me again. I a'most had the clue to it a' oh, there's some horrible

The clock on the mantel shelf began to peal. Kerry was watching his wife's rosy face with a mixture of loving

admiration and wonder. She looked so very bonny and placid and capable that he was puzzled anew at the

strange gift which she seemingly inherited from her mother, who had been equally shrewd, equally comely

"God bless us all!" he said, kissed her heartily, and stood up. "Back to bed you go, my dear. I must be off.

A few minutes later he was swinging through the deserted streets, his mind wholly occupied with loverlike

reflections to the exclusion of those professional matters which properly should have been engaging his

attention. As he passed the end of a narrow court near the railway station, the gleam of his silver mounted

malacca attracted the attention of a couple of loafers who were leaning one on either side of an iron pillar in

the shadow of the unsavory alley. Not another pedestrian was in sight, and only the remote nightsounds of

Twenty paces beyond, the footpads silently closed in upon their prey. The taller of the pair reached him first,

only to receive a backhanded blow full in his face which sent him reeling a couple of yards.

"If you two smarts really want handling," he rapped ferociously, "say the word, and I'll bash you flat."

As he turned, the light of a neighboring lamp shone down upon the savage face, and a smothered yell came

Kerry glared after the retreating figures for a moment, and a grin of fierce satisfaction revealed his gleaming

teeth. He turned again and swung on his way toward the main road. The incident had done him good. It had

banished domestic matters from his mind, and he was become again the highly trained champion of justice,

Following their dismissal by Chief Inspector Kerry, Seton and Gray walked around to the latter's chambers in

Piccadilly. They proceeded in silence, Gray too angry for speech, and Seton busy with reflections. As the

They entered a large room which combined the characteristics of a library with those of a military

gymnasium. Gray went to a side table and mixed drinks. Placing a glass before Seton, he emptied his own at

"If you'll excuse me for a moment," he said, "I should like to ring up and see if by any possible chance there's

"Hullo! Is that you, Hinkes?" he asked. . . . "Yes, speaking. Is Mrs. Irvin at home?"

"Nothing," he reported, and made a gesture of angry resignation. "Evidently Hinkes is still unaware of what

has happened. Irvin hasn't returned yet. Seton, this business is driving me mad."

He refilled his glass, and having looked in his cigarettecase, began to ransack a small cupboard.

From the back of a shelf he produced a small, plain brown packet, and took out of it a cigarette at which he

stared oddly. Seton, smoking one of the inevitable cheroots, watched him, tapping his teeth with the rim of

"Poor old Pyne!" muttered Gray, and, looking up, met the inquiring glance. "Pyne left these here only the

other day," he explained awkwardly. "I don't know where he got them, but they are something very special. I

He lighted one, and, uttering a weary sigh, threw himself into a deep leathercovered armchair. Almost

immediately he was up again. The telephone bell had rung. His eyes alight with hope, he ran out, leaving the

"Yes, yes, speaking. What?" His tone changed "Oh, it's you, Margaret. What? . . . Certainly, delighted. No,

there's nobody here but old Seton Pasha. What? You've heard the fellows talk about him who were out East. .

"You don't propose to lionise me, I hope, Gray?" said Seton, as Gray returned to his seat.

"I forgot you could hear me," he admitted. "It's my cousin, Margaret Halley. You'll like her. She's a tiptop

"Doctoring. She's an M.R.C.S., and only about twentyfour or so. Fearfully clever kid; makes me feel an

"Flat heels, yes. But not the other. She's awfully pretty, and used to look simply terrific in khaki. She was an

M.O. in Serbia, you know, and afterwards at some nurses' hospital in Kent. She's started in practice for

Silence fell between them; for, although prompted by different reasons, both were undesirous of discussing

the tragedy; and this silence prevailed until the ringing of the doorbell announced the arrival of the girl. Willis

"I am so glad to have met you at last, Mr. Seton," she said laughingly. "From Quentin's many accounts I had

"I am glad to disappoint you," replied Seton, finding something very refreshing in the company of this pretty

girl, who wore a creased Burberry, and stray locks of whose abundant bright hair floated about her face in the

"Whatever have you been burning here?" she asked. "There is such a curious smell in the room."

Gray laughed more heartily than he had laughed that night, glancing in Seton's direction.

"Oh!" said Margaret, "I'm sure it's not Mr. Seton's cigar. It isn't a smell of tobacco."

"I don't believe they're made of tobacco!" cried Gray, laughing louder yet, although his merriment was

Seton smiled goodnaturedly at the joke, but he had perceived at the moment of Margaret's entrance the fact

that her gaiety also was assumed. Serious business had dictated her visit, and he wondered the more to note

She sat down in the chair which Gray placed by the fireside, and her cousin unceremoniously slid the grown

"Try one of these, Margaret," he said. "They are great, and will quite drown the unpleasant odor of which you

Whereupon the observant Seton saw a quick change take place in the girl's expression. She had the same

clear coloring as her cousin, and now this freshness deserted her cheeks, and her pretty face became quite

pale. She was staring at the brown packet. "Where did you get them?" she asked quietly.

A smile faded from Gray's lips. Those five words had translated him in spirit to that greendraped room in

which Sir Lucien Pyne was lying dead. He glanced at Seton in the appealing way which sometimes made him

"Oh, I don't know." She glanced apologetically toward Seton. He rose immediately.

"My dear Miss Halley," he said, "I perceive, indeed I had perceived all along, that you have something of a

"Seton! . . . Margaret!" he said, looking from one to the other. "I mean to say, Margaret, if you've anything to

Seton prepared to take his leave, but Gray impetuously thrust him back, immediately turning again to his

"Perhaps you haven't heard, Margaret," he began. "I have heard what has happened tonightto Sir Lucien."

"Seton has been with me all the time," said Gray. "If he will consent to stay, with your permission, Margaret,

Seton inclined his head, and without another word resumed his seat. Gray was too excited to sit down again.

He stood on the tigerskin rug before the fender, watching his cousin and smoking furiously.

"Firstly, then," continued Margaret, "please throw that cigarette in the fire, Quentin."

Gray removed the cigarette from between his lips, and stared at it dazedly. He looked at the girl, and the clear

"Righto!" he said awkwardly, and tossed the cigarette in the fire. "You used to smoke like a furnace,

"I still smoke a great deal more than is good for me," she confessed, "but I don't smoke opium."

The effect of these words upon the two men who listened was curious. Gray turned an angry glance upon the

brown packet lying on the table, and "Faugh!" he exclaimed, and drawing a handkerchief from his sleeve

began disgustedly to wipe his lips. Seton stared hard at the speaker, tossed his cheroot into the fire, and taking

up the packet withdrew a cigarette and sniffed at it critically. Margaret watched him.

Old Bond Street presented a gloomy and deserted prospect to Chief Inspector Kerry as he turned out of

Picadilly and swung along toward the premises of Kazmah. He glanced at the names on some of the shop

windows as he passed, and wondered if the furriers, jewelers and other merchants dealing in costly wares

properly appreciated the services of the Metropolitan Police Force. He thought of the peacefully slumbering

tradesmen in their suburban homes, the safety of their stocks wholly dependent upon the vigilance of that

Unsleeping Eyefor to an unsleeping eye he mentally compared the service of which he was a member.

A constable stood on duty before the door of the block. Red Kerry was known by sight and reputation to

every member of the force, and the constable saluted as the celebrated Chief Inspector appeared.

"I don't know, sir. He came with Inspector Whiteleaf, and was inside for nearly an hour."

"Another gentleman!" he muttered, entering the hallway. "Why didn't Inspector Warley report this? Who the

devil" Deep in thought he walked upstairs, finding his way by the light of the pocket torch which he

"Rather tall, pale, dark, cleanshaven. Wore a furcollared overcoat, collar turned up. He was accompanied

"Eh!" snapped Kerry, and shone the light suddenly into the man's face so that he blinked furiously.

"How long had Inspector Whiteleaf and this dark horse in the fur coat been gone at the time you heard the

"Do you think the noise came from the landing or from one of the offices above?"

Chief Inspector Kerry pushed upon the broken door, and walked into the rooms of Kazmah. Flashing the ray

of his torch on the wall, he found the switch and snapped up the lights. He removed his overall and tossed it

on a divan with his cane. Then, tilting his bowler further forward, he thrust his hands into his reefer pockets,

and stood staring toward the door, beyond which lay the room of the murder, in darkness.

Taking up the torch, he walked through and turned on the lights in the inner rooms. For a long time he stood

staring at the little square window low down behind the ebony chair, striving to imagine uses for it as his wife

had urged him to do. The globular green lamp in the second apartment was worked by three switches situated

in the inside room, and he had discovered that in this way the visitor who came to consult Kazmah was

treated to the illusion of a gradually falling darkness. Then, the door in the first partition being opened,

whoever sat in the ebony chair would become visible by the gradual uncovering of a light situated above the

It was ingenious, and, so far, quite clear. But two things badly puzzled the inquirer; the little window down

behind the chair, and the fact that all the arrangements for raising and lowering the lights were situated not in

the narrow chamber in which Kazmah's chair stood, and in which Sir Lucien had been found, but in the room

The table upon which the telephone rested was set immediately under this mysterious window, the window

was provided with a green blind, and the switchboard controlling the complicated lighting scheme was also

Kerry rolled mint gum from side to side of his mouth, and absently tried the handle of the door opening out

from this interior room evidently the office of the establishmentinto the corridor. He knew it to be

locked. Turning, he walked through the suite and out on to the landing, passing the constable and going

From the main landing he walked along the narrow corridor until he stood at the head of the back stairs. The

door nearest to him bore the name: "Cubanis Cigarette Company." He tried the handle. The door was locked,

as he had anticipated. Kneeling down, he peered into the keyhole, holding the electric torch close beside his

Ere long he stood up, descended again, but by the back stair, and stood staring reflectively at the door

communicating with Kazmah's inner room. Then walking along the corridor to where the man stood on, the

landing, he went in again to the mysterious apartments, but only to get his cane and his overall and to turn out

A constable admitted him, and he walked straight through into the study where Coombes, looking very tired

"The man, Mareno, has gone to bed, and the expert from the Home office has been"

Inspector Kerry brought his cane down with a crash upon the table, whereat Coombes started nervously.

"So that's it!" he shouted furiously, "an 'expert from the Home office'! So that's the dark horse in the fur coat.

Coombes! I'm fed up to the back teeth with this gun from the Home office! If I'm not to have entire charge of

the case I'll throw it up. I'll stand for no blasted overseer checking my work! Wait till I see the Assistant

"Can't say," murmured Coombes. "But he's evidently a big bug from the way Whiteleaf treated him. He

instructed me to stay in the kitchen and keep an eye on Mareno while he prowled about in here."

"Instructed you!" cried Kerry, his teeth gleaming and his steelblue eyes creating upon Coombes' mind an

impression that they were emitting sparks. "Instructed you! I'll ask you a question, DetectiveSergeant

"Look here," he said, bravely meeting the ferocious glare of his superior, "as man to man. What could I do?"

"You could stop smiling!" snapped Kerry. "Hell!" He paced several times up and down the room. "Go ahead,

"Well, there's nothing much to report. I stayed in the kitchen, and the man from the Home office was in here

"Ah!" muttered Kerry savagely, "a sort of guide! Any idea what the bogey man did in here?"

"That's funny. It's exactly what I'm going to do! This smart from Whitehall hasn't got a corner in notions yet,

The room was a large and lofty one, and had been used by a former tenant as a studio. The toplights had been

roofed over by Sir Lucien, however, but the raised platform, approached by two steps, which had probably

been used as a model's throne, was a permanent fixture of the apartment. It was backed now by bookcases,

Kerry drew the curtain back, and threw open the folding leaves of the window. He found himself looking out

upon the leads of Albemarle Street. No stars and no moon showed through the grey clouds draping the wintry

sky, but a dim and ghostly halflight nevertheless rendered the ugly expanse visible from where he stood.

On one side loomed a huge tank, to the brink of which a rickety wooden ladder invited the explorer to ascend.

Beyond it were a series of iron gangways and ladders forming part of the fire emergency arrangements of the

neighboring institution. Straight ahead a section of building jutted up and revealed two small windows, which

He walked out on to the roof, looking all about him. Beyond the tank opened a frowning gullythe Arcade

connecting Albemarle Street with old Bond Street; on the other hand, the scheme of fire gangways was

continued. He began to cross the leads, going in the direction of Bond Street. Coombes watched him from the

study. When he came to the more northerly of the two windows which had attracted his attention, he knelt

A kind of small warehouse was revealed, containing stacks of packages. Immediately inside the window was

a rough wooden table, and on this table lay a number of smaller packages, apparently containing cigarettes.

Kerry turned his attention to the fastening of the window. A glance showed him that it was unlocked. Resting

the torch on the leads, he grasped the sash and gently raised the window, noting that it opened almost

noiselessly. Then, taking up the torch again, he stooped and stepped in on to the table below.

It moved slightly beneath his weight. One of the legs was shorter than its fellows. But he reached the floor as

A heavy step sounded from outsidesomeone was mounting the stairs and a disk of light suddenly

The disk of light disappeared, and the alert constable could be heard moving along the corridor to inspect the

other offices. But the ray had shone upon the frosted glass long enough to enable Kerry to read the words

painted there in square black letters. They had appeared reversed, of course, and had read thus:

At sixthirty that morning Margaret Halley was aroused by her maid the latter but half awakeand sitting

up in bed and switching on the lamp, she looked at the card which the servant had brought to her, and read

"Oh, dear," she said sleepily, "what an appallingly early visitor. Is the bath ready yet, Janet?"

"I'm afraid not," replied the maid, a plain, elderly woman of the oldfashioned useful servant type. "Shall I

Five minutes later Margaret entered her little consultingroom, where Kerry, having adjusted his tie, was

standing before the mirror in the overmantle, staring at a large photograph of the charming lady doctor in

military uniform. Kerry's fierce eyes sparkled appreciatively as his glance rested on the tall figure arrayed in a

woollen dressinggown, the masculine style of which by no means disguised the beauty of Margaret's athletic

figure. She had hastily arranged her bright hair with deliberate neglect of all affectation. She belonged to that

ultramodern school which scorns to sue masculine admiration, but which cannot dispense with it

nevertheless. She aspired to be assessed upon an intellectual basis, an ambition which her unfortunate good

"I think so. Won't you sit down? I am afraid the room is rather cold. Is it aboutSir Lucien Pyne?"

"Well," replied Kerry, "it concerns him certainly. I've been in communication by telephone with Hinkes, Mr.

Monte Irvin's butler, and from him I learned that you were professionally attending Mrs. Irvin."

Margaret hesitated, glancing rapidly at the Inspector, and then down at the writingtable before which she

was seated. She began to tap the blottingpad with an ivory paperknife. Kerry was watching her intently.

"Upon your evidence, Miss Halley," he said rapidly, "may depend the life of the missing woman."

"Oh!" cried Margaret, "whatever can have happened to her? I rang up as late as two o'clock this morning;

"There's something underlying the case that I don't understand, miss. I look to you to put me wise."

"I will tell you all I know, Inspector," she said. "I will be perfectly frank with you."

"He is my cousin, Inspector, and it was I who introduced him to Rita Irvin. I sincerely wish I had never done

"There was nothing in Mrs. Irvin's attitude towards him to justify her husband's jealousy?"

"She was always frightfully indiscreet, Inspector, but nothing more. You see, she is greatly admired, and is

used to the company of silly, adoring men. Her husband doesn't really understand the ways of these

"Sir Lucien belonged to a set of which Rita had been a member during her stage career. I thinkhe admired

her; in fact, I believe he had offered her marriage. But she did not care for him in the leastin that way."

"Wellnow we are coming to the point." Momentarily she hesitated, then: "They were both addicted"

"All sorts of drugs. Shortly after I became acquainted with Rita Irvin I learned that she was a victim of the

drug habit, and I tried to cure her. I regret to say that I failed. At that time she had acquired a taste for opium."

Kerry said not a word, and Margaret raised her head and looked at him pathetically.

"I can see that you have no pity for the victims of this ghastly vice, Inspector Kerry," she said.

"I haven't!" he snapped fiercely. "I admit I haven't, miss. It's bad enough in the heathens, but for an

"Yet I have come across so many of these cases, during the war and since, that I have begun to understand

how easy, how dreadfully easy it is, for a woman especially, to fall into the fatal habit. Bereavement or that

most frightful of all mental agonies, suspense, will too often lead the poor victim into the path that promises

forgetfulness. Rita Irvin's case is less excusable. I think she must have begun drugtaking because of the

mental and nervous exhaustion resulting from late hours and overmuch gaiety. The demands of her

profession proved too great for her impaired nervous energy, and she sought some stimulant which would

enable her to appear bright on the stage when actually she should have been recuperating, in sleep, that loss

"I am afraid her other drug habits had impaired her will, and shaken her selfcontrol. She was tempted to try

"He used to accompany her to places where drugs could be obtained, and on several occasionsI cannot say

how manyI believe he went with her to some den in Chinatown. It may have been due to Mr. Irvin's

discovery that his wife could not satisfactorily account for some of these absences from home which led him

"Ah!" said Kerry hardly, "I shouldn't wonder. And now"he thrust out a pointing finger"where did she

"I have said that I shall be quite frank," she replied. "In my opinion she obtained them from Kazmah."

"Kazmah!" shouted Kerry. "Excuse me, miss, but I see I've been wearing blinkers without knowing it!

"That has been my belief for a long time, Inspector. I may add that I have never been able to obtain a shred of

evidence to prove it. I am so keenly interested in seeing the people who pander to this horrible vice unmasked

and dealt with as they merit, that I have tried many times to find out if my suspicion was correct."

Inspector Kerry was writhing his shoulders excitedly. "Did you ever visit Kazmah?" he asked.

"Yes. I asked Rita Irvin to take me, but she refused, and I could see that the request embarrassed her. So I

Margaret Halley stared reflectively at the blottingpad for a moment, and then described a typical seance at

"As I came away," she said, "I bought a bottle of every kind of perfume on sale, some of the incense, and also

a box of sweetmeat; but they all proved to be perfectly harmless. I analyzed them."

"Nowthis man Kazmah," resumed the Chief Inspector. "Did you ever see him again?"

"About ten trained men are trying to find that out at the present moment!" he rapped. "Do you think he wore a

"He may have done so," Margaret admitted. "But his features were obviously undisguised, and his eyes one

would recognize anywhere. They were larger than any human eyes I have ever seen."

"Impossible! He did not remotely resemble him. Besides, the man to whom you refer remained outside to

"Very dim indeed, and Kazmah never once raised his head. Indeed, except for a dignified gesture of greeting

Margaret laughed outright and her laughter was so inoffensive and so musical that the Chief Inspector

"That's more hopeless than ever!" she said. "Poor Sir Lucien had strong, harsh features and rather small eyes.

He wore a moustache, too. But Sir Lucien, I feel sure, was one of Kazmah's clients."

"Ah!" said Kerry. "And what leads you to suppose Miss Halley, that this Kazmah dealt in drugs?"

"Well, you see, Rita Irvin was always going there to buy perfumes, and she frequently sent her maid as well."

"That which was sold to casual visitors was harmless, Inspector. But I strongly suspect that regular clients

were supplied with something quite different. You see, I know no fewer than thirty unfortunate women in the

West End of London alone who are simply helpless slaves to various drugs, and I think it more than a

coincidence that upon their dressingtables I have almost invariably found one or more of Kazmah's peculiar

"When a woman becomes addicted to the drug habit," she explained, "she sometimes shuns her regular

medical adviser. I have many patients who came to me originally simply because they dared not face their

family doctor. In fact, since I gave up Army work, my little practice has threatened to develop into that of a

"Not directly. It would have been undiplomatic. But I have tried to surprise them into telling me.

Unfortunately, these poor people are as cunning as any other kind of maniac, for, of course, it becomes a

form of mania. They recognize that confession might lead to a stoppage of suppliesthe eventuality they

"I rarely had an opportunity; but when I did they proved to contain perfume when they contained anything."

"H'm," mused Kerry, and although in deference to Margaret, he had denied himself chewinggum, his jaws

worked automatically. "I gather that Mrs. Monte Irvin had expressed a wish to see you last night?"

"One of them. She had tried them all, poor, silly girl! You must understand that for a habitual drugtaker

suddenly to be deprived of drugs would lead to complete collapse, perhaps death. And during the last few

days I had noticed a peculiar nervous symptom in Rita Irvin which had interested me. Finally, the day before

yesterday, she confessed that her usual source of supply had been closed to her. Her words were very vague,

"I have no idea. But she used the words, 'They will drive me mad,' and seemed to be in a dangerously nervous

condition. She said that she was going to make a final attempt to obtain a supply of the poison which had

become indispensable to her. 'I cannot do without it!' she said. 'But if they refuse, will you give me some?'"

"I begged of her, as I had done on many previous occasions, to place herself in my hands. But she evaded a

direct answer, as is the way of one addicted to this vice. 'If I cannot get some by tomorrow,' she said, 'I shall

"I told her that I would prescribe cocaine for her on the distinct understanding that from the first dose she was

"She agreed. Yesterday afternoon, while I was away at an important case, she came here. Poor Rita!"

From a letterrack she took a square sheet of paper and handed it to the Chief Inspector. He bent his fierce

"'Dear Margaret,'" he read aloud. "'Why aren't you at home? I am wild with pain, and feel I am going mad.

Come to me directly you return, and bring enough to keep me alive. I', Hullo! there's no finish!"

"She despaired of my coming and went to Kazmah," she said. "Can you doubt that that was what she went

"No!" snapped Kerry savagely, "I can't. But do you mean to tell me, Miss Halley, that Mrs. Irvin couldn't get

cocaine anywhere else? I know for a fact that it's smuggled in regularly, and there's more than one receiver."

"I know it, too, Inspector," she said quietly. "owing to the lack of enterprise on the part of our British

drughouses, even reputable chemists are sometimes dependent upon illicit stock from Japan and America.

But do you know that the price of these smuggled drugs has latterly become so high as to be prohibitive in

"At this: Somebody had made a corner in contraband drugs. The most wicked syndicate that ever was formed

"The Secretary of State has appointed a special independent commissioner to inquire into this hellish traffic,"

replied Margaret quietly. "I am glad to say that I have helped in getting this done by the representations

which I have made to my uncle, Lord Wrexborough. But I give you my word, Inspector Kerry, that I have

Chief Inspector Kerry took up his hat, cane and overall from the chair upon which he had placed them and,

his face a savage red mask, bowed with a fine courtesy. He burned to learn particulars; he disdained to obtain

He walked stiffly from the room and out of the flat without waiting for a servant to open the door.

The past life of Mrs. Monte Irvin, in which at this time three distinct groups of investigators became

interestednamely, those of Whitehall, Scotland Yard, and Fleet Streetwas of a character to have

Daughter of a struggling suburban solicitor, Rita Esden, at the age of seventeen, from a delicate and rather

commonplace child began to develop into a singularly pretty girl of an elusive and fascinating type of beauty,

almost ethereal in her dainty coloring, and possessed of large and remarkably fine eyes, together with a

wealth of copperred hair, a crown which seemed too heavy for her slender neck to support. Her father viewed

her increasing charms and evergrowing list of admirers with the gloomy apprehension of a disappointed

man who had come to look upon each gift of the gods as a new sorrow cunningly disguised. Her mother, on

the contrary, fanned the girl's natural vanity and ambition with a success which rarely attended the enterprises

of this foolish old woman, and Rita proving to be endowed with a moderately good voice, a stage career was

Following the usual brief "training" which is counted sufficient for an aspirant to musical comedy honors,

Rita, by the prefixing of two letters to her name, set out to conquer the playgoing world as Rita Dresden.

Two years of hard work and disappointment served to dispel the girl's illusions. She learned to appreciate at

its true value that masculine admiration which, in an unusual degree, she had the power to excite. Those of

her admirers who were in a position to assist her professionally were only prepared to use their influence

upon terms which she was unprepared to accept. Those whose intentions were strictly creditable, by some

malignancy of fate, possessed no influence whatever. She came to regard herself as a peculiarly unlucky girl,

being ignorant of the fact that Fortune, an impish hierophant, imposes identical tests upon every candidate

Matters stood thus when a new suitor appeared in the person of Sir Lucien Pyne. When his card was brought

up to Rita, her heart leaped because of a mingled emotion of triumph and fear which the sight of the baronet's

name had occasioned. He was a director of the syndicate in whose production she was playinga man

referred to with awe by every girl in the company as having it in his power to make or mar a professional

reputation. Not that he took any active part in the affairs of the concern; on the contrary, he was an aristocrat

who held himself aloof from all matters smacking of commerce, but at the same time one who invested his

money shrewdly. Sir Lucien's protegee of today was London's idol of tomorrow, and even before Rita had

spoken to him she had fought and won a spiritual battle between her true self and that vain,

She knew that Sir Lucien's card represented a signpost at the crossroads where many a girl, pretty but not

exceptionally talented, had hesitated with beating heart. It was no longer a question of remaining a member of

the chorus (and understudy for a small part) or of accepting promotion to "lead" in a new production; it was

that of accepting whatever Sir Lucien chose to offeror of retiring from the profession so far as this

Such was the reputation enjoyed at this time by Sir Lucien Pyne among those who had every opportunity of

Nevertheless, Rita was determined not to succumb without a struggle. She did not count herself untalented

nor a girl to be lightly valued, and Sir Lucien might prove to be less black than rumor had painted him. As

presently appeared, both in her judgment of herself and in that of Sir Lucien, she was at least partially correct.

Her less favored companions smiled significantly when the familiar RollsRoyce appeared at the stage door

night after night, never doubting that Rita Dresden was chosen to "star" in the forthcoming production, but,

Rita made no attempt to disillusion them, recognizing that it must fail. She was resigned to being misjudged.

If she could achieve success at that price, success would have been purchased cheaply.

That Sir Lucien was deeply infatuated she was not slow to discover, and with an address perfected by

experience and a determination to avoid the easy path inherited from a father whose scrupulous honesty had

ruined his professional prospects, she set to work to win esteem as well as admiration.

Sir Lucien was first surprised, then piqued, and finally interested by such unusual tactics. The second phase

was the dangerous one for Rita, and during a certain luncheon at Romanos her fate hung in the balance. Sir

Lucien realized that he was in peril of losing his head over this tantalizingly pretty girl who gracefully kept

him at a distance, fencing with an adroitness which was baffling, and Sir Lucien Pyne had set out with no

intention of doing anything so preposterous as falling in love. Keenly intuitive, Rita scented danger and made

"I am tired of stage life. I have been invited to go and live with my uncle in New York and have decided to

accept. You see"she bestowed upon him a swift glance of her brilliant eyes"men in the theatrical world

Sir Lucien deliberately lighted a cigarette. If Rita was bluffing, he mused, she had the pluck to make good her

bluff. And if she did so? He dropped the extinguished match upon a plate. Did he care? He glanced at the girl,

who was smiling at an acquaintance on the other side of the room. Fortune's wheel spins upon a needle point.

By an artistic performance occupying less than two minutes, but suggesting that Rita possessed qualities

which one day might spell success, she had decided her fate. Her heart was beating like a hammer in her

breast, but she preserved an attitude of easy indifference. Without for a moment believing in the American

uncle, Sir Lucien did believe, correctly, that Rita Dresden was about to elude him. He realized, too, that he

was infinitely more interested than he had ever been hitherto, and more interested than he had intended to

This seemingly trivial conversation was a turning point, and twelve months later Rita Dresden was playing

the title role in The Maid of the Masque. Sir Lucien had discovered himself to be really in love with her, and

he might quite possibly have offered her marriage even if a dangerous rival had not appeared to goad him to

that desperate leapfor so he regarded it. Monte Irvin, although considerably Rita's senior, had much to

commend him in the eyes of the girland in the eyes of her mother, who still retained a curious influence

over her daughter. He was much more wealthy than Pyne, and although the latter was a baronet, Irvin was

certain to be knighted ere long, so that Rita would secure the appendage of "Lady" in either case. Also, his

reputation promised a more reliable husband than Sir Lucien could be expected to make. Moreover, Rita

liked him, whereas she had never sincerely liked and trusted Sir Lucien. And there was a final reason of

On the first night that Rita had been entrusted with a part of any consequenceand this was shortly after the

conversation at Romanos she had discovered herself to be in a state of hopeless panic. All her scheming

and fencing would have availed her nothing if she were to break down at the critical moment. It was an

eventuality which Sir Lucien had foreseen, and he seized the opportunity at once of securing a new hold upon

the girl and of rendering her more pliable than he had hitherto found her to be. At this time the idea of

Some hours before the performance he detected her condition of abject fright . . . and from his waistcoat

At first the girl declined to follow advice which instinctively she distrusted, and Sir Lucien was too clever to

urge it upon her. But he glanced casually at his wristwatchand poor Rita shuddered. The gold box was

To analyze the process which thereupon took place in Rita's mind would be a barren task, since its result was

a foregone conclusion. Daring ambition rather than any merely abstract virtue was the keynote of her

character. She had rebuffed the advances of Sir Lucien as she had rebuffed others, primarily because her aim

in life was set higher than mere success in light comedy. This she counted but a means to a more desirable

enda wealthy marriage. To the achievement of such an alliance the presence of an accepted lover would be

an obstacle; and true love Rita Dresden had never known. Yet, short of this final sacrifice which some

women so lightly made, there were few scruples which she was not prepared to discard in furtherance of her

designs. Her morality, then, was diplomatic, for the vice of ambition may sometimes make for virtue.

Rita's vivacious beauty and perfect selfpossession on the fateful night earned her a permanent place in

stageland: Rita Dresden became a "star." She had won a long and hardfought battle; but in avoiding one

The triumph of her debut left her strangely exhausted. She dreaded the coming of the second night almost as

keenly as she had dreaded the ordeal of the first. She struggled, poor victim, and only increased her terrors.

Not until the clock showed her that in twenty minutes she must make her first entrance did she succumb. But

Sir Lucien's gold snuffbox lay upon her dressingtableand she was trembling. When at last she heard the

sustained note of the oboe in the orchestra giving the pitch to the answering violins, she raised the jewelled

So she entered upon the path which leads down to destruction, and since to conjure with the drug which

pharmacists know as methylbenzoyl ecgonine is to raise the demon Insomnia, ere long she found herself

By the time that she was entrusted with the leading part in The Maid of the Masque, she herself did not

recognize how tenacious was the hold which this fatal habit had secured upon her. In the company of Sir

Lucien Pyne she met other devotees, and for a time came to regard her unnatural mode of existence as

something inseparable from the Bohemian life. To the horrible side of it she was blind.

It was her meeting with Monte Irvin during the run of this successful play which first awakened a dawning

comprehension; not because she ascribed his admiration to her artificial vivacity, but because she realized the

strength of the link subsisting between herself and Sir Lucien. She liked and respected Irvin, and as a result

began to view her conduct from a new standpoint. His life was so entirely open and free from reproach while

part of her own was dark and secret. She conceived a desire to be done with that dark and secret life.

This was a shadowland over which Sir Lucien Pyne presided, and which must be kept hidden from Monte

Irvin; and it was not until she thus contemplated cutting herself adrift from it all that she perceived the

Gordian knot which bound her to the drug coterie. How far, yet how smoothly, by all but imperceptible stages

she had glided down the stream since that night when the gold box had lain upon her dressingtable !

Kazmah's drug store in Bond Street had few secrets for her; or so she believed. She knew that the

establishment of the strange, immobile Egyptian was a source from which drugs could always be obtained;

she knew that the dreamreading business served some double purpose; but she did not know the identity of

Two of the most insidious drugs familiar to modern pharmacy were wooing her to slavery, and there was no

strong hand to hold her back. Even the presence of her mother might have offered some slight deterrent at

this stage of Rita's descent, but the girl had quitted her suburban home as soon as her salary had rendered her

sufficiently independent to do so, and had established herself in a small but elegant flat situated in the heart of

But if she had walked blindly into the clutches of cocaine and veronal, her subsequent experiments with

chandu were prompted by indefensible curiosity, and a false vanity which urged her to do everything that was

Her first introduction to opiumsmoking was made under the auspices of an American comedian then

appearing in London, an old devotee of the poppy, and it took place shortly after Sir Lucien Pyne had

proposed marriage to Rita. This proposal she had not rejected outright; she had pleaded time for

consideration. Monte Irvin was away, and Rita secretly hoped that on his return he would declare himself.

Meanwhile she indulged in every new craze which became fashionable among her associates. A chandu party

took place at the American's flat in Duke Street, and Rita, who had been invited, and who had consented to

go with Sir Lucien Pyne, met there for the first time the woman variously known as "Lola" and "Mrs. Sin."

From the restaurant at which she had had supper with Sir Lucien, Rita proceeded to Duke Street. Alighting

from Pyne's car at the door, they went up to the flat of the organizer of the opium partyMr. Cyrus Kilfane.

One other guest was already presenta slender, fair woman, who was introduced by the American as Mollie

Gretna, but whose weakly pretty face Rita recognized as that of a notorious society divorcee, foremost in the

Kilfane had sallow, expressionless features and drooping, lightcolored eyes. His strawhued hair, brushed

back from a sloping brow, hung lankly down upon his coatcollar. Long familiarity with China's ruling vice

and contact with those who practiced it had brought about that mysterious physical alterationapparently

reflecting a mental changeso often to be seen in one who has consorted with Chinamen. Even the light

eyes seemed to have grown slightly oblique; the voice, the unimpassioned greeting, were those of a son of

"Ah, my dear daughter," he murmured in a solemnly facetious manner, "how glad I am to welcome you to

He slowly turned his halfclosed eyes in Pyne's direction, and slowly turned them back again.

"Do you seek forgetfulness of old joys?" he asked. "This is my own case and Pyne's. Or do you, as Mollie

Rita laughed with a careless abandon which belonged to that part of her character veiled from the outer

"I think I agree with Miss Gretna," she said lightly. "There is not so much happiness in life that I want to

"Happiness," murmured Kilfane. "There is no real happiness. Happiness is smoke. Let us smoke."

"I am curious, but half afraid," declared Rita. "I have heard that opium sometimes has no other effect than to

"Oh, my dear!" cried Miss Gretna, with a foolish giggling laugh, "you will love it! Such fascinating dreams!

"Other drugs," drawled Sir Lucien, "merely stimulate one's normal mental activities. Chandu is a key to

another life. Cocaine, for instance enhances our capacity for work. It is only a heretic like De Quincey who

prostitutes the magic gum to such base purposes. Chandu is misunderstood in Europe; in Asia it is the

"But surely," said Rita, "one pipe of opium will not produce all these wonders."

"Some people never experience them at all," interrupted Miss Gretna. "The great idea is to get into a

comfortable position, and just resign yourselflet yourself go. Oh, it's heavenly!"

"A question of temperament and adaptability," he murmured. "De Quincey, Pyne"slowly turning towards

the baronet"is didactic, of course; but his Confessions may be true, nevertheless. He forgets, you see, that

he possessed an unusual constitution, and the temperament of a Norwegian herring. He forgets, too, that he

was a laudanum drinker, not an opium smoker. Now you, my daughter"the lustreless eyes again sought

Rita's flushed face"are vividintensely vital. If you can succeed in resigning yourself to the hypnosis

Leaving Rita chatting with Miss Gretna, Kilfane took Pyne aside, offering him a cigarette from an ornate,

"With the utmost difficulty," murmured Kilfane, returning the case to his pocket. "Lola charges me five

guineas a hundred for them, and only supplies them as a favor. I shall be glad to get back home, Pyne. The

"I find it so myself," he said. "Everything except opium is to be had at Kazmah's, and nothing except opium

"He supplies me with cocaine," murmured the comedian. "His figure works out, as nearly as I can estimate it,

at 10s 7 1/2d. a grain. I saw him about it yesterday afternoon, pointing out to the brown guy that as the

wholesale price is roughly 2 1/4d., I regarded his margin of profit as somewhat broad."

"The first time I had ever seen him, Pyne. I brought an introduction from Dr. Silver, of New York, and

"Yes. If there were other visitors I waited. But yesterday I made a personal appointment with Kazmah. He

pretended to think I had come to have a dream interpreted. He is clever, Pyne. He never moved a muscle

throughout the interview. But finally he assured me that all the receivers in England had amalgamated, and

that the price he charged represented a very narrow margin of profit. Of course he is a liar. He is making a

"No," replied Sir Lucien. "outside his Bond Street home of mystery he is unknown. A clever man, as you say.

"Yes. Kazmah sent her to me. She keeps me on ridiculously low rations, and if I had not brought my own

outfit I don't think she would have sold me one. Of course, her game is beating up clients for the Limehouse

A woman came in, carrying a brown leather attache case. She had left her hat and coat in the hall, and wore a

smart blue serge skirt and a white blouse. She was not tall, but she possessed a remarkably beautiful figure

which the cut of her garments was not intended to disguise, and her height was appreciably increased by a

pair of suede shoes having the most wonderful heels which Rita ever remembered to have seen worn on or off

the stage. They seemed to make her small feet appear smaller, and lent to her slender ankles an exaggerated

Her hair was of that true, glossy black which suggests the blue sheen of raven's plumage, and her thickly

fringed eyes were dark and southern as her hair. She had full, voluptuous lips, and a bold selfassurance. In the

swift, calculating glance which she cast about the room there was something greedy and evil; and when it

"Another little sister, dear Lola," murmured Kilfane. "of course, you know who it is? This, my daughter,"

turning the sleepy glance towards Rita, "is our officiating priestess, Mrs. Sin."

The woman so strangely named revealed her gleaming teeth in a swift, unpleasant smile, then her nostrils

"Someone smokes the chandu cigarettes," she said, speaking in a low tone which, nevertheless, failed to

"I am the offender, dear Lola," said Kilfane, dreamily waving his cigarette towards her. "I have managed to

"Oh no, indeed," replied Mrs. Sin, tossing her head in a manner oddly reminiscent of a once famous Spanish

dancer. "Next Tuesday you get some more. Ah! it is no good! You talk and talk and it cannot alter anything.

"But it appears to me," murmured Kilfane, "that the supply is always growing less."

"Of course. The best goes all to Edinburgh now. I have only three sticks of Yezd left of all my stock."

"Are from Buenos Ayres? Yes. But Buenos Ayres must get the opium before we get the cigarettes, eh? Five

She patted the sallow cheek of the American with her jewelled fingers, and turned aside, glancing about her.

"Yes." murmured Kilfane. "We are all present, Lola. I have had the room prepared. Come, my children, let us

He opened a door and stood aside, waving one thin yellow hand between the first two fingers of which

smouldered the drugged cigarette. Led by Mrs. Sin the company filed into an apartment evidently intended

Tables, chairs, and other items of furniture had been stacked against one of the walls and the floor spread

with rugs, skins, and numerous silk cushions. A gas fire was alight, but before it had been placed an ornate

Japanese screen whereon birds of dazzling plumage hovered amid the leaves of gilded palm trees. In the

centre of the room stood a small cardtable, and upon it were a large brass tray and an ivory pedestal

exquisitely carved in the form of a nude figure having one arm upraised. The figure supported a lamp, the

"Make yourself comfortable, dear," she cried to Rita, dropping down upon a heap of cushions stacked in a

recess beside the fireplace. "I am going to take off my shoes. The last time, Cyrus, when I woke up my feet

"You should come down to my place," said Mrs. Sin, setting the leather case on the little cardtable beside

the lamp. "You have there your own little room and silken sheets to lie in, and it is quietso quiet."

"Oh!" cried Mollie Gretna, "I must come! But I daren't go alone. Will you come with me, dear?" turning to

"Why," said Rita, glancing rapidly at Pyne, "I suppose it would be a novel experience."

"Let me arrange it for you," came the harsh voice of Mrs. Sin. "Lucy will drive you both downwon't you,

Rita Dresden settled herself luxuriously into a nest of silk and fur in another corner of the room, regarding the

Interest now became centred upon the preparations being made by Mrs. Sin. From the attache case she took

out a lacquered box, silkenlined like a jewelcasket. It contained four singularlooking pipes, the parts of

which she began to fit together. The first and largest of these had a thick bamboo stem, an amber mouthpiece,

and a tiny, disproportionate bowl of brass. The second was much smaller and was of some dark,

highlypolished wood, mounted with silver conceived in an ornate Chinese design representing a longtailed

lizard. The mouthpiece was of jade. The third and fourth pipes were yet smaller, a perfectly matched pair in

"These for the ladies," said Mrs. Sin, holding up the pair. "You" glancing at Kilfane"have got your own

She laid them upon the tray, and now took out of the case a little copper lamp, a smaller lacquered box and a

silver spatula, her jewelled fingers handling the queer implements with a familiarity bred of habit.

Mrs. Sin carefully lighted the lamp, which burned with a short, bluish flame, and, opening the lacquered box,

she dipped the spatula into the thick gummy substance which it contained and twisted the little instrument

round and round between her fingers, presently withdrawing it with a globule of chandu, about the size of a

She began to twirl the prepared opium above the flame of the lamp. From it a slight, sickly smelling vapor

arose. No one spoke, but all watched her closely; and Rita was conscious of a growing, pleasurable

excitement. When by evaporation the chandu had become reduced to the size of a small pea, and a vague

spirituous blue flame began to dance round the end of the spatula, Mrs. Sin pressed it adroitly into the tiny

bowl of one of the ivory pipes, having first held the bowl inverted for a moment over the lamp. She turned to

"The guest of the evening," she said. "Do not be afraid. Inhaleoh, so gentleand blow the smoke from the

Persian opium of good quality contains from ten to fifteen percent morphine, and chandu made from opium

of Yezd would contain perhaps twentyfive per cent of this potent drug; but because in the act of smoking

distillation occurs, nothing like this quantity of morphine reaches the smoker. To the distilling process, also,

may be due the different symptoms resulting from smoking chandu and injecting morphia or drinking

Rita found the flavor of the preparation to be not entirely unpleasant. Having overcome an initial aversion,

caused by its marked medicinal tang, she grew reconciled to it and finished her first smoke without

experiencing any other effect than a sensation of placid contentment. Deftly, Mrs. Sin renewed the pipe.

The second "pill" was no more than half consumed when a growing feeling of nausea seized upon the novice,

becoming so marked that she dropped the ivory pipe weakly and uttered a faint moan.

"Lean forwardso," she whispered, softly, as if fearful of intruding her voice upon these sacred rites. "In a

moment you will be better. Then, if you feel faint, lie back. It is the sleep. Do not fight against it."

The influence of the stronger will prevailed. Selfcontrol and judgment are qualities among the first to

succumb to opium. Rita ceased to think longingly of the clean, fresh air, of escape from these sickly fumes

which seemed now to fill the room with a moving vacuum. She bent forward, her chin resting upon her

breast, and gradually the deathly sickness passed. Mentally, she underwent a change, too. From an active

state of resistance the ego traversed a descending curve ending in absolute passivity. The floor had seemingly

begun to revolve and was moving insidiously, so that the pattern of the carpet formed a series of concentric

rings. She found this imaginary phenomenon to be soothing rather than otherwise, and resigned herself

Mrs. Sin allowed her to fall back upon the cushionsso gently and so slowly that the operation appeared to

occupy several minutes and to resemble that of sinking into innumerable layers of swansdown. The sinuous

figure bending over her grew taller with the passage of each minute, until the dark eyes of Mrs. Sin were

looking down at Rita from a dizzy elevation. As often occurs in the case of a neurotic subject, delusion as to

But surely, she mused, this could not be Mrs. Sin who towered so loftily above her. Of course, how absurd to

imagine that a woman could remain motionless for so many hours. And Rita thought, now, that she had been

lying for several hours beneath the shadow of that tall, graceful, and protective shape.

Whyit was a slender palmtree, which stretched its fanlike foliage over her! Far, far above her head the

long, dusty green fronds projected from the mastlike trunk. The sun, a ball of fiery brass, burned directly in

the zenith, so that the shadow of the foliage lay like a carpet about her feet. That which she had mistaken for

the everreceding eyes of Mrs. Sin, wondering with a delightful vagueness why they seemed constantly to

change color, proved to be a pair of brilliantly plumaged parrakeets perched upon a lofty branch of the palm.

This was an equatorial noon, and even if she had not found herself to be under the influence of a delicious

abstraction Rita would not have moved; for, excepting the friendly palm, not another vestige of vegetation

was visible right away to the horizon; nothing but an ocean of sand whereon no living thing moved. She and

But stay! Many, many miles away, a speck on the dusty carpet of the desert, something moved! Hours must

elapse before that tiny figure, provided it were approaching, could reach the solitary palm. Delightedly, Rita

contemplated the infinity of time. Even if the figure moved ever so slowly, she should be waiting there

beneath the palm to witness its arrival. Already, she had been there for a period which she was far too

indolent to strive to computea week, perhaps. She turned her attention to the parrakeets. One of them was

moving, and she noted with delight that it had perceived her far below and was endeavoring to draw the

attention of its less observant companion to her presence. For many hours she lay watching it and wondering

why, since the one bird was so singularly intelligent, its companion was equally dull. When she lowered her

eyes and looked out again across the sands, the figure had approached so close as to be recognizable.

It was that of Mrs. Sin. Rita appreciated the fitness of her presence, and experienced no surprise, only a mild

curiosity. This curiosity was not concerned with Mrs. Sin herself, but with the nature of the burden which she

She was dressed in a manner which Rita dreamily thought would have been inadequate in England, or even in

Cuba, but which was appropriate in the Great Sahara. How exquisitely she carried herself, mused the

dreamer; no doubt this fine carriage was due in part to her wearing golden shoes with heels like stilts, and in

part to her having been trained to bear heavy burdens upon her head. Rita remembered that Sir Lucien had

once described to her the elegant deportment of the Arab women, ascribing it to their custom of carrying

The appearance of the speck on the horizon had marked the height of her trance. Her recognition oF Mrs. Sin

had signalized the decline of the chandu influence. Now, the intrusion of a definite, uncontorted memory was

Rita had no recollection of the sunset; indeed, she had failed to perceive any change in the form and position

of the shadow cast by the foliage. It had spread, an ebony patch, equally about the bole of the tree, so that the

sun must have been immediately overhead. But, of course, she had lain watching the parrakeets for several

hours, and now night had fallen. The desert mounds were touched with silver, the sky was a nest of

diamonds, and the moon cast a shadow of the palm like a bar of ebony right across the prospect to the rim of

Mrs. Sin stood before her, one half of her lithe body concealed by this strange black shadow and the other

half gleaming in the moonlight so that she resembled a beautiful ivory statue which some iconoclast had cut

Placing her burden upon the ground, Mrs. Sin knelt down before Rita and reverently kissed her hand,

She spoke in a strange language, no doubt some African tongue, but one which Rita understood perfectly.

Then she laid one hand upon the object which she had carried on her head, and which now proved to be a

large lacquered casket covered with Chinese figures and bound by three hoops of gold. It had a very curious

Mrs. Sin threw up the lid, and from the interior of the casket which, because of the glare of the moon light,

"The sacred lamp," she whispered, and placed it on the sand. "Do you command that it be lighted?"

The lamp became lighted; in what manner she did not observe, nor was she curious to learn. Next from the

large casket Mrs. Sin took another smaller casket and a very long, tapering silver bodkin. The first casket had

perceptibly increased in size. It was certainly much larger than Rita had supposed; for now out from its

shadowy interior Mrs. Sin began to take pipeslong pipes and short pipes, pipes of gold and pipes of silver,

pipes of ivory and pipes of jade. Some were carved to represent the heads of demons, some had the bodies of

serpents wreathed about them; others were encrusted with precious gems, and filled the night with the

venomous sheen of emeralds, the bloodrays of rubies and golden glow of topaz, while the spearpoints of

Thereupon, from a thousand bowls, linking that lonely palm to the remote horizon, a thousand elfin fires

arosebluetongued and spirituous. Grey pencilings of smoke stole straightly upward to the sky, so that

look where she would Rita could discern nothing but these countless thin, faintly wavering, vertical lines of

The dimensions of the lacquered casket had increased so vastly as to conceal the kneeling figure of Mrs. Sin,

and staring at it wonderingly, Rita suddenly perceived that it was not an ordinary casket. She knew at last

The smell of the burning opium was stifling her. Those remorseless threads of smoke were closing in,

twining themselves about her throat. It was becoming cold, too, and the moonlight was growing dim. The

position of the moon had changed, of course, as the night had stolen on towards morning, and now it hung

But was this smoke obscuring the moon? Rita moved her hands for the first time since she had found herself

under the palm tree, weakly fending off those vaporous tentacles which were seeking to entwine themselves

about her throat. Of course, it was not smoke obscuring the moon, she decided; it was a lamp, upheld by an

A subdued roaring sound became audible; and this was occasioned by the gas fire, burning behind the

Japanese screen on which gaily plumaged birds sported in the branches of golden palms. Rita raised her

hands to her eyes. Mist obscured her sight. Swiftly, now, reality was asserting itself and banishing the

In her dim, cushioned corner Mollie Gretna lay back against the wall, her face pale and her weak mouth

foolishly agape. Cyrus Kilfane was indistinguishable from the pile of rugs amid which he sprawled by the

table, and of Sir Lucien Pyne nothing was to be seen but the outstretched legs and feet which projected

grotesquely from a recess. Seated, oriental fashion, upon an improvised divan near the grand piano and

propped up by a number of garish cushions, Rita beheld Mrs. Sin. The long bamboo pipe had fallen from her

listless fingers. Her face wore an expression of mystic rapture like that characterizing the features of some

Fear, unaccountable but uncontrollable, suddenly seized upon Rita. She felt weak and dizzy, but she struggled

The fire continued its muted roaring, but no other sound answered to the appeal. A horror of the

companionship in which she found herself thereupon took possession of the girl. She must escape from these

sleepers, whose spirits had been expelled by the potent necromancer, opium, from these empty tenements

whose occupants had fled. The idea of the cool night air in the open streets was delicious.

She staggered to her feet, swaying drunkenly, but determined to reach the door. She shuddered, because of a

feeling of internal chill which assailed her, but step by step crept across the room, opened the door, and

tottered out into the hallway. There was no sound in the flat. Presumably Kilfane's man had retired, or

Rita's fur coat hung upon the rack, and although her fingers appeared to have lost all their strength and her

arm to have become weak as that of an infant, she succeeded in detaching the coat from the hook. Not

pausing to put it on, she opened the door and stumbled out on to the darkened landing. Whereas her first

impulse had been to awaken someone, preferably Sir Lucien, now her sole desire was to escape undetected.

She began to feel less dizzy, and having paused for a moment on the landing, she succeeded in getting her

coat on. Then she closed the door as quietly as possible, and clutching the handrail began to grope her way

downstairs. There was only one flight, she remembered, and a short passage leading to the street door. She

The fastenings gave her some trouble, but finally her efforts were successful, and she found herself standing

in deserted Duke Street. There was no moon, but the sky was cloudless. She had no idea of the time, but

because of the stillness of the surrounding streets she knew that it must be very late. She set out for her flat,

walking slowly and wondering what explanation she should offer if a constable observed her.

Oxford Street showed deserted as far as the eye could reach, and her light footsteps seemed to awaken a

hundred echoes. Having proceeded for some distance without meeting anyone, she observedand

experienced a childish alarmthe headlights of an approaching car. Instantly the idea of hiding presented

itself to her, but so rapidly did the big automobile speed along the empty thoroughfare that Rita was just

passing a street lamp as the car raced by, and she must therefore have been clearly visible to the occupants.

Never for a moment glancing aside, Rita pressed on as quickly as she could. Then her vague alarm became

actual terror. She heard the brakes being applied to the car, and heard the gritty sound of the tires upon the

roadway as the vehicle's headlong progress was suddenly checked. She had been seenperhaps recognized,

If her strength had allowed she would have run, but now it threatened to desert her altogether and she tottered

weakly. A pattering of footsteps came from behind. Someone was running back to overtake her. Recognizing

As Irvin seized her hands and looked at her eagerly, halffearfully, Rita achieved sufficient composure to

"Oh, Mr. Irvin," she said, and found that her voice was not entirely normal, "what must you think"

"I think you are very indiscreet to be out alone at three o'clock in the morning," he answered gently. "I was

recalled to London by urgent business, and returned by roadfortunately, since I have met you."

"I don't ask you to explainMiss Dresden. I have no right and no desire to ask. But I wish I had the right to

Her voice failed her completely, and her sensitive lips began to tremble. Monte Irvin drew her arm under his

own and led her back to meet the car, which the chauffeur had turned and which was now approaching.

"I will drive you home," he said, "and if I may call in the morning. I should like to do so."

Rita nodded. She could not trust herself to speak again. And having placed her in the car, Monte Irvin sat

beside her, reclaiming her hand and grasping it reassuringly and sympathetically throughout the short drive.

"Good night," said Irvin, speaking very deliberately because of an almost uncontrollable desire which

possessed him to take Rita in his arms, to hold her fast, to protect her from her own pathetic self and from

those influences, dimly perceived about her, but which intuitively he knew to be evil.

"You mean today," he corrected. "Poor little girl, how tired you will be. Good night."

She entered, and, having closed the door, stood leaning against it for several minutes. Bleakness and nausea

threatened to overcome her anew, and she felt that if she essayed another step she must collapse upon the

floor. Her maid was in bed, and had not been awakened by Rita's entrance. After a time she managed to grope

her way to her bedroom, where, turning up the light, she sank down helplessly upon the bed.

Her mental state was peculiar, and her thoughts revolved about the journey from Oxford Street homeward. A

thousand times she mentally repeated the journey, speaking the same words over and over again, and hearing

In those few minutes during which they had been together her sentiments in regard to him had undergone a

change. She had always respected Irvin, but this respect had been curiously compounded of the personal and

the mercenary; his wellordered establishment at Prince's Gate had loomed behind the figure of the man

forming a pleasing background to the portrait. Without being showy he was a splendid "match" for any

woman. His wife would have access to good society, and would enjoy every luxury that wealth could

procure. This was the picture lovingly painted and constantly retouched by Rita's mother.

Now it had vanished. The background was gone, and only the man remained; the strong, reserved man whose

deep voice had spoken so gently, whose devotion was so true and unselfish that he only sought to shield and

protect her from follies the nature of which he did not even seek to learn. She was stripped of her vanity, and

Now that the victory so long desired seemed at last about to be won, she hesitated to grasp the prize. One

solacing reflection she had. She would put the errors of the past behind her. Many times of late she had found

herself longing to be done with the feverish life of the stage. Envied by those who had been her companions

in the old chorus days, and any one of whom would have counted ambition crowned could she have played

The Maid of the Masque, Rita thought otherwise. The ducal mansions and rosebowered Riviera hotels

through which she moved nightly had no charm for her; she sighed for reality, and had wearied long ago of

the canvas palaces and the artificial Southern moonlight. In fact, stage life had never truly appealed to

Again and yet again her weary brain reviewed the episodes of the night since she had left Cyrus Kilfane's flat,

so that nearly an hour had elapsed before she felt capable of the operation of undressing. Finally, however,

she undressed, shuddering although the room was warmed by an electric radiator. The weakness and sickness

had left her, but she was quite wide awake, although her brain demanded rest from that incessant review of

She put on a warm wrap and seated herself at the dressingtable, studying her face critically. She saw that

she was somewhat pale and that she had an indefinable air of dishevelment. Also she detected shadows

beneath her eyes, the pupils of which were curiously contracted. Automatically, as a result of habit, she

unlocked her jewelcase and took out a tiny phial containing minute cachets. She shook several out on to the

"I shall never close my eyes all night if I don't!" she whispered, as if in reply to a spoken protest, "and I

Thus, in the very apogee of her resolve to reform, did she drive one more rivet into the manacles which held

Upon a little spiritstove stood a covered vessel containing milk, which was placed there nightly by Rita's

maid. She lighted the burner and warmed the milk. Then, swallowing three of the cachets from the phial, she

drank the milk. Each cachet contained three decigrams of malourea, the insidious drug notorious under its

She slept deeply, and was not awakened until ten o'clock. Her breakfast consisted of a cup of strong coffee;

but when Monte Irvin arrived at eleven Rita exhibited no sign of nerve exhaustion. She looked bright and

"May I speak quite frankly to you?" he said, drawing his chair nearer to the settee upon which Rita was

She glanced at him swiftly. "Of course," she replied. "Is itabout my late hours?"

"That is only one phase of your rather feverish life, little girl," he said. "I don't mean that I want to lecture

"Satisfied?" echoed Rita, twirling a tassel that hung from a cushion beside her.

"Yes. You have achieved success in your profession." He strove in vain to banish bitterness from his voice.

"You are a 'star,' and your photograph is to be seen frequently in the smartest illustrated papers. You are

She stared absently at the silk tassel, twirling it about her white fingers more and more rapidly. Then:

"I am glad you are not satisfied," he whispered. "I always knew you had a soul for something

She avoided his ardent gaze, but he moved to the settee beside her and looked into the bewitching face.

"Would it be a great sacrifice to give it all up?" he whispered in a yet lower tone.

She gave him a swift, halffrightened glance, pressing her hands against his breast and leaning, back.

"Oh, you don't know meyou don't know me!" she said, the good that was in her touched to life by the

"I know that I want you for my wife, so that I can protect you from those 'friends.'" He took her in his arms,

But the die was cast, and when Rita went to the theatre to dress for the afternoon performance she was

pledged to sever her connection with the stage on the termination of her contract. She had luncheon with

Monte Irvin, and had listened almost dazedly to his plans for the future. His wealth was even greater than her

mother had estimated it to be, and Rita's most cherished dreams were dwarfed by the prospects which Monte

Irvin opened up before her. It almost seemed as though he knew and shared her dearest ambitions. She was to

winter beneath real Southern palms and to possess a cruising yacht, not one of boards and canvas like that

Real Southern palms, she mused guiltily, not those conjured up by opium. That he was solicitous for her

health the nature of his schemes revealed. They were to visit Switzerland, and proceed thence to a villa which

he owned in Italy. Christmas they would spend in Cairo, explore the Nile to Assouan in a private dahabiyeh,

and return home via the Riviera in time to greet the English spring. Rita's delicate, swiftly changing color, her

almost ethereal figure, her intense nervous energy he ascribed to a delicate constitution.

She wondered if she would ever dare to tell him the truth; if she ought to tell him.

Pyne came to her dressingroom just before the performance began. He had telephoned at an early hour in

the morning, and had learned from her maid that Rita had come home safely and was asleep. Rita had

expected him; but the influence of Monte Irvin, from whom she had parted at the stagedoor, had prevailed

until she actually heard Sir Lucien's voice in the corridor. She had resolutely refrained from looking at the

little jewelled casket, engraved "From Lucy to Rita," which lay in her makeup box upon the table. But the

imminence of an ordeal which she dreaded intensely weakened her resolution. She swiftly dipped a little

nailfile into the white powder which the box contained, and when Pyne came in she turned to him

"I am so sorry if I gave you a scare last night Lucy," she said. "But I woke up feeling sick, and I had to go out

"I was certainly alarmed," drawled Pyne, whose swarthy face looked more than usually worn in the hard light

created by the competition between the dressingroom lamps and the grey wintry daylight which crept

"Quite, thanks." Rita glanced at a ring which she had not possessed three hours before. "Oh, LucyI don't

She turned in her chair, looking up wistfully at Pyne, who was standing behind her. His jaw hardened, and his

glance sought the white hand upon which the costly gems glittered. He coughed nervously.

"Perhaps"his drawling manner of speech temporarily deserted him; he spoke jerkily"perhapsI can

She watched him in a pathetic way, and there was a threat of tears in her beautiful eyes; for whatever his

earlier intentions may have been, Sir Lucien had proved a staunch friend and, according to his own peculiar

Sir Lucien cleared his throat again, then coolly extended his hand, once more master of his emotions.

"Congratulations, Rita," he said. "The better man wins. I hope you will be very happy."

It was on the following Tuesday evening that Mrs. Sin came to the theatre, accompanied by Mollie Gretna.

Rita instructed that she should be shown up to the dressingroom. The personality of this singular woman

interested her keenly. Mrs. Sin was well known in certain Bohemian quarters, but was always spoken of as

one speaks of a pet vice. Not to know Mrs. Sin was to be outside the magic circle which embraced the

The socalled artistic temperament is compounded of great strength and great weakness; its virtues are whiter

than those of ordinary people and its vices blacker. For such a personality Mrs. Sin embodied the idea of

secret pleasure. Her bold good looks repelled Rita, but the knowledge in her dark eyes was alluring.

"I arrange for you for Saturday night," she said. "Cy Kilfane is coming with Mollie, and you bring"

"No trouble, my dear," Mrs. Sin assured her. "Just a little matter of business, and you can pay the bill when it

"I am frightfully excited!" cried Mollie Gretna. "It is so nice of you to have asked me to join your party. Of

course Cy goes practically every week, but I have always wanted another girl to go with. Oh, I shall be in a

perfectly delicious panic when I find myself all among funny Chinamen and things! I think there is

something so magnificently wickedlooking about a pigtailand the very name of Limehouse thrills me to

That fixity of purpose which had enabled Rita to avoid the cunning snares set for her feet and to snatch

triumph from the very cauldron of shame without burning her fingers availed her not at all in dealing with

Mrs. Sin. The image of Monte receded before this appeal to the secret pleasureloving woman, of insatiable

curiosity, primitive and unmoral, who dwells, according to a modern cynic philosopher, within every

She accepted the arrangement for Saturday, and before her visitors had left the dressingroom her mind was

busy with plausible deceits to cover the sojourn in Chinatown. Something of Mollie Gretna's foolish

Later in the evening Sir Lucien called, and on hearing of the scheme grew silent. Rita glancing at his

reflection in the mirror, detected a black and angry look upon his face. She turned to him.

Rita's maid came in to assist her in changing for the third act, and Pyne went out of the room. But, in spite of

his assurances, Rita could not forget that fierce, almost savage expression which had appeared upon his face

Later she taxed him on the point, but he suffered her inquiry with imperturbable sangfroid, and she found

herself no wiser respecting the cause of his annoyance. Painful twinges of conscience came during the

ensuing days, when she found herself in her fiance's company, but she never once seriously contemplated

She thought, vaguely, as she had many times thought before, of cutting adrift from the entire clique, but there

was no return of that sincere emotional desire to reform which she had experienced on the day that Monte

Irvin had taken her hand, in blind trust, and had asked her to be his wife. Had she analyzed, or been capable

of analyzing, her intentions with regard to the future, she would have learned that daily they inclined more

and more towards compromise. The drug habit was sapping will and weakening morale, insidiously,

imperceptibly. She was caught in a current of that "sacred river" seen in an opiumtrance by Coleridge, and

Pyne's big car was at the stagedoor on the fateful Saturday night, for Rita had brought her dressingcase to

the theatre, and having called for Kilfane and Mollie Gretna they were to proceed direct to Limehouse.

Rita, as she entered the car, noticed that Juan Mareno, Sir Lucien's man, and not the chauffeur with whom she

"Naturally I don't. He would talk to all the men at the garage, and from South Audleystreet the titbit of

"This 'anger,' to which you constantly revert, had no existence outside your own imagination, Rita. But" he

hesitated"you will have to consider your position, dear, now that you are the future Mrs. Monte." Rita felt

"Am I? Well, never mind. We will talk about my eccentricity later. Here is Cyrus."

Kilfane was standing in the entrance to the stage door of the theatre at which he was playing. As the car drew

up he lifted two leather grips on to the step, and Mareno, descending, took charge of them.

Miss Gretna, very excited, ran out and got into the car beside Rita. Pyne lowered two of the collapsible seats

"Oh!" cried the fairhaired Mollie, grasping Rita's hand, "my heart began palpitating with excitement the

The joie de vivre and apparently unimpaired vitality, of this woman, for whom (if half that which rumor

whispered were true) vice had no secrets, astonished Rita. Her physical resources were unusual, no doubt,

As the car sped along the Strand, where theatregoers might still be seen making for tube, omnibus, and

tramcar, and entered Fleet Street, where the car and taxicab traffic was less, a mutual silence fell upon the

party. Two at least of the travellers were watching the lighted windows of the great newspaper offices with a

vague sense of foreboding, and thinking how, bound upon a secret purpose, they were passing along the

avenue of publicity. It is well that man lacks prescience. Neither Rita nor Sir Lucien could divine that a day

was shortly to come when the hidden presses which throbbed about them that night should be busy with the

Around St. Paul's Churchyard whirled the car, its engine running strongly and almost noiselessly. The great

"Oh!" cried Mollie Gretna, "how that made me jump! What a beautifully gloomy sound!"

Cornhill and Leadenhall Street, along which presently their route lay, offered a prospect of lamplighted

emptiness, but at Aldgate they found themselves amid East End throngs which afforded a marked contrast to

those crowding theatreland; and from thence through Whitechapel and the seemingly endless Commercial

Rita hitherto had never seen the East End on a Saturday night, and the spectacle afforded by these busy marts,

lighted by naphtha flames, in whose smoky glare Jews and Jewesses, Poles, Swedes, Easterns, dagoes, and

halfcastes moved feverishly, was a fascinating one. She thought how utterly alien they were, the men and

women of a world unknown to that society upon whose borders she dwelled; she wondered how they lived,

where they lived, why they lived. The wet pavements were crowded with nondescript humanity, the night

was filled with the unmusical voices of Hebrew hucksters, and the air laden with the smoky odor of their

lamps. Tramcars and motorbuses were packed unwholesomely with these children of shadowland drawn

She glanced at Pyne, but he was seemingly lost in abstraction, and Kilfane appeared to be asleep. Mollie

Gretna was staring eagerly out on the opposite side of the car at a group of three dago sailors, whom Mareno

"Don't you simply love it!" she cried. "Some of those men were really handsome, dear. If they would only

"Even such charms as yours can be bought at too high a price,"' drawled Sir Lucien. "They would gladly do

Crossing Limehouse Canal, the car swung to the right into West India Dock Road. The uproar of the

commercial thoroughfare was left far behind. Dark, narrow streets and sinisterlooking alleys lay right and

left of them, and into one of the narrowest and least inviting of all Mareno turned the car.

In the dimlylighted doorway of a corner house the figure of a Chinaman showed as a motionless silhouette.

"Oh!" sighed Mollie Gretna rapturously, "a Chinaman! I begin to feel deliciously sinful!"

"We get out here and walk," said Sir Lucien. "It would not be wise to drive further. Mareno will deliver our

"But we shall all be murdered," cried Mollie, "murdered in cold blood! I am dreadfully frightened!"

"Something of the kind is quite likely," drawled Sir Lucien, "if you draw attention to our presence in the

neighborhood so deliberately. Walk ahead, Kilfane, with Mollie. Rita and I will follow at a discreet distance.

Temporarily subdued by Pyne's icy manner, Miss Gretna became silent, and went on ahead with Cyrus

Kilfane, who had preserved an almost unbroken silence throughout the journey. Rita and Sir Lucien followed

"What a creepy neighborhood," whispered Rita. "Look! Someone is standing in that doorway over there,

"Take no notice," he replied. "A cat could not pass along this street unobserved by the Chinese, but they will

Kilfane had turned to the right into a narrow court, at the entrance to which stood an iron pillar. As he and his

companion passed under the lamp in a rusty bracket which projected from the wall, they vanished into a place

of shadows. There was a ceaseless chorus of distant machinery, and above it rose the grinding and rattling

solo of a steam winch. Once a siren hooted apparently quite near them, and looking upward at a tangled,

indeterminable mass which overhung the street at this point, Rita suddenly recognized it for a ship's

"Not quite," answered Pyne. "We are skirting a dock basin. We are nearly at our destination."

Passing in turn under the lamp, they entered the narrow court, and from a doorway immediately on the left a

faint light shone out upon the wet pavement. Pyne pushed the door fully open and held it for Rita to enter. As

"Hello! hello!" croaked a harsh voice. "Number one p'lice chop, lo! Sin Sin Wa!"

The uncanny cracked voice proceeded to give an excellent imitation of a police whistle, and concluded with

"Shut the door, Lucy," came the murmurous tones of Kilfane from the gloom of the stuffy little room, in the

centre of which stood a stove wherefrom had proceeded the dim light shining out upon the pavement. "Light

"Sin Sin Wa! Sin Sin Wa!" shrieked the voice, and again came the rattling of imaginary castanets. "Smartest

"Oh," whispered Mollie Gretna, in the darkness, "I believe I am going to scream!"

Pyne closed the door, and a dimly discernible figure on the opposite side of the room stooped and opened a

little cupboard in which was a lighted ship's lantern. The lantern being lifted out and set upon a rough table

It was a small, lowceiled place, having two doors, one opening upon the street and the other upon a narrow,

uncarpeted passage. The window was boarded up. The ceiling had once been whitewashed and a few limp,

dark fragments of paper still adhering to the walls proved that some forgotten decorator had exercised his art

upon them in the past. A piece of wellworn matting lay upon the floor, and there were two chairs, a table,

Upon one of the teachests placed beside the cupboard which had contained the lantern a Chinaman was

seated. His skin was of so light a yellow color as to approximate to dirty white, and his face was

pockmarked from neck to crown. He wore long, snakelike moustaches, which hung down below his chin.

They grew from the extreme outer edges of his upper lip, the centre of which, usually the most hirsute, was

hairless as the lip of an infant. He possessed the longest and thickest pigtail which could possibly grow upon

a human scalp, and his left eye was permanently closed, so that a smile which adorned his extraordinary

countenance seemed to lack the sympathy of his surviving eye, which, oblique, beady, held no mirth in its

The garments of the oneeyed Chinaman, who sat complacently smiling at the visitors, consisted of a loose

blouse, blue trousers tucked into grey socks, and a pair of those native, thicksoled slippers which suggest to

a Western critic the acme of discomfort. A raven, black as a bird of ebony, perched upon the Chinaman's

shoulder, head atilt, surveying the newcomers with a beady, glittering left eye which strangely resembled

the beady, glittering right eye of the Chinaman. For, singular, uncanny circumstance, this was a oneeyed

Mollie Gretna uttered a stifled cry. "Oh!" she whispered. "I knew I was going to scream!"

The eye of Sin Sin Wa turned momentarily in her direction, but otherwise he did not stir a muscle.

"All ready. Lola hate gotchee topside loom ready," replied the Chinaman in a soft, crooning voice.

He glanced at Rita, who was standing very near him, surveying the evil little room and its owner with

"This is merely the foyer, Rita," he said, smiling slightly. "The state apartments are upstairs and in the

Kilfane and Mollie Gretna were passing through the inner doorway, and Mollie turned.

Uttering a frightened exclamation, Mollie disappeared along the passage. Sir Lucien indicated to Rita that she

was to follow; and he, passing through last of the party, closed the door behind him.

Sin Sin Wa never moved, and the raven, settling down upon the Chinaman's shoulder, closed his serviceable

Up an uncarpeted stair Cyrus Kilfane led the party, and into a kind of lumberroom lighted by a tin oil lamp

and filled to overflowing with heterogeneous and unsavory rubbish. Here were garments, male and female,

no less than five dilapidated bowler hats, more teachests, broken lamps, tattered fragments of

cocoanutmatting, steel bedlaths and straw mattresses, ruins of chairsthe whole diffusing an

Opening a cupboard door, Kilfane revealed a number of pendent, ragged garments, and two more bowler

hats. Holding the garments aside, he banged upon the back of the cupboardthree blows, a pause, and then

Following a brief interval, during which even Mollie Gretna was held silent by the strangeness of the

Thereupon ensued a grating noise, and hats and garments swung suddenly backward, revealing a doorway in

which Mrs. Sin stood framed. She wore a Japanese kimona of embroidered green silk and a pair of green and

gold brocaded slippers which possessed higher heels than Rita remembered to have seen even Mrs. Sin

mounted upon before. Her ankles were bare, and it was impossible to determine in what manner she was clad

beneath the kimona. Undoubtedly she had a certain dark beauty, of a bold, abandoned type.

The quartette filed through into a carpeted corridor, and Mrs. Sin reclosed the false back of the cupboard,

which, viewed from the other side, proved to be a door fitted into a recess in the corridor of the adjoining

house. This recess ceased to exist when a second and heavier door was closed upon the first.

"You know," murmured Kilfane, "old Sin Sin has his uses, Lola. Those doors are perfectly made."

"Pooh!" scoffed the woman, with a flash of her dark eyes; "he is half a ship's carpenter and half an ape!"

She moved along the passage, her arm linked in that of Sir Lucien. The others followed, and:

"Oh!" Mollie's eyes opened widely. "I almost envy her! I have read that Chinamen tie their wives to beams in

the roof and lash them with leather thongs until they swoon. I could die for a man who lashed me with leather

Opening a door on the left of the corridor, Mrs. Sin displayed a room screened off into three sections. One

shaded lamp high up near the ceiling served to light all the cubicles, which were heated by small charcoal

stoves. These cubicles were identical in shape and appointment, each being draped with quaint Chinese

tapestry and containing rugs, a silken divan, an armchair, and a low, Eastern table.

"Choose for yourself," said Mrs. Sin, turning to Rita and Mollie Gretna. "Nobody else come tonight. You two

She withdrew, leaving the two girls together. Mollie clasped her hands ecstatically.

Rita became silent again, looking about her, and listening. The harsh voice of the CubanJewess could be

heard from a neighboring room, but otherwise a perfect stillness reigned in the house of Sin Sin Wa. She

"The idea of undressing and reclining on these divans in real oriental fashion," declared Mollie, giggling,

"makes me feel that I am an odalisque already. I have dreamed that I was an odalisque, dearafter smoking,

you know. It was heavenly. At least, I don't know that 'heavenly' is quite the right word."

And now that evil spirit of abandonment came to Ritacommunicated to her, possibly, by her companion.

Dread, together with a certain sense of moral reluctance, departed, and she began to enjoy the adventure at

last. It was as though something in the faintly perfumed atmosphere of the place had entered into her blood,

When Sir Lucien reappeared she ran to him excitedly, her charming face flushed and her eyes sparkling.

The tone constituted a rebuff, and Rita's coquetry deserted her, leaving her mortified and piqued. She stared

"You don't like me tonight," she declared. "if I look ugly, it's your fault; you told me to wear this horrid old

"You are quite well aware that you could never look otherwise than maddeningly beautiful," he said harshly.

"Do you want me to recall the fact to you again that you are shortly to be Monte Irvin's wifeor should you

The hard look left Sir Lucien's face immediately and was replaced by a curious, indefinable expression, an

At that moment Mrs. Sin came in, followed by Mareno carrying two dressingcases. Mollie Gretna had run

off to Kilfane, and could be heard talking loudly in another room; but, called by Mrs. Sin, she now returned,

"Which of these three rooms you choose?" she asked, revealing her teeth in one of those rapid smiles which

"I love this end one!" cried Mollie. "It has cushions which simply reek of oriental voluptuousness and cruelty.

It reminds me of a delicious book I have been reading called Musk, Hashish, and Blood."

"Hashish!" said Mrs. Sin, and laughed harshly. "One night you shall eat the hashish, and then"

Something in the tone of her voice as she uttered the last four words in mock dramatic fashion caused Mollie

and Rita to stare at one another questioningly. That suddenly altered tone had awakened an elusive memory,

Mareno, a lean, swarthy fellow, his foreign cast of countenance accentuated by closecut sidewhiskers,

deposited Miss Gretna's case in the cubicle which she had selected and, Rita pointing to that adjoining it, he

disposed the second case beside the divan and departed silently. As the sound of a closing door reached them:

"This an empty house'To let,'" explained Mrs. Sin. "We watch it stay so. Sin the landlord, see? Windows

all boarded up and everything padded. No sound outside, no sound inside. Sin call it the 'House of a Hundred

"Ho!" Mrs. Sin uttered a deeptoned laugh. "He is a glutton for chandu! I am coming, Cy."

She turned and went out. Sir Lucien paused for a moment, permitting her to pass, and:

"I shall be awake," he replied. "I would rather you had not come, but since you are here you must go through

with it." He glanced again along the narrow passage created by the presence of the partitions, and spoke in a

voice lower yet. "You have never really trusted me, Rita. You were wise. But you can trust me now. Good

He walked out of the room and along the carpeted corridor to a little apartment at the back of the house,

furnished comfortably but in execrably bad taste. A cheerful fire was burning in the grate, the flue of which

had been ingeniously diverted by Sin Sin Wa so that the smoke issued from a chimney of the adjoining

premises. On the mantelshelf, which was garishly draped, were a number of photographs of Mrs. Sin in

Pyne seated himself in an armchair and lighted a cigarette. Except for the ticking of a clock the room was

silent as a padded cell. Upon a little Moorish table beside a deep, low settee lay a complete opiumsmoking

Lolling back in the chair and crossing his legs, Sir Lucien became lost in abstraction, and he was thus seated

"Ah!" she said, her harsh voice softened to a whisper. "I wondered. So you wait to smoke with me?" Pyne

slowly turned his head, staring at her as she stood in the doorway, one hand resting on her hip and her shapely

"Not Cy," she said. "Two pipes are nothing to him. He will need two moreperhaps three. But you are not

Sin tossed her head, turned, and went out again. Sir Lucien lighted another cigarette. When finally the woman

came back, Cyrus Kilfane had presumably attained the opiumsmoker's paradise, for Lola closed the door

and seated herself upon the arm of Sir Lucien's chair. She bent down, resting her dusky cheek against his.

"No, Lola, not tonight," he said, patting her jewelladen hand and looking aside into the dark eyes which

"Indeed!" drawled Sir Lucien. "Possibly you are right. Others have said the same thing."

"You have lots of money now. Your investments have been good. You want to become respectable, eh?"

"Respectability is a question of appearance," he replied. "The change to which you refer would seem to go

"Very likely," murmured Mrs. Sin. "I know why you don't smoke. You have promised your pretty little friend

that you will stay awake and see that nobody tries to cut her sweet white throat."

"She is certainly nervous," he admitted coolly. "I may add that I am sorry I brought her here."

"Oh," said Mrs. Sin, her voice rising half a note. "Then why do you bring her to the House?"

"She made the arrangement herself, and I took the easier path. I am considering your interests as much as my

own, Lola. She is about to marry Monte Irvin, and if his suspicions were aroused he is quite capable of

"Ah, I see. And now everybody says you are changed. Yes, she is a charming friend."

At those words, designed to placate, the fire which smouldered in Lola's breast burst into sudden flame. She

"I know! I know!" she cried harshly. "Do you think I am blind? If she had been like any of the others, do you

Eyes blazing and hands clenched, she stood before him, a woman mad with jealousy, not of a successful rival

but of a respected one. She quivered with passion, and Pyne, perceiving his mistake too late, only preserved

his wonted composure by dint of a great effort. He grasped Lola and drew her down on to the arm of the chair

"What a little spitfire you are," he said, firmly grasping her arms, which felt rigid to the touch. "Surely you

can understand? Rita amused me, at first. Then, when I found she was going to marry Monte Irvin I didn't

bother about her any more. In fact, because I like and admire Irvin, I tried to keep her away from the dope.

We don't want trouble with a man of that type, who has all sorts of influence. Besides, Monte Irvin is a good

Gradually, as he spoke, the rigid arms relaxed and the lithe body ceased to quiver. Finally, Lola sank back

"I don't believe you," she whispered. "You are telling me lies. But you have always told me lies; one more

does not matter, I suppose. How strong you are. You have hurt my wrists. You will smoke with me now?"

For a habitual opiumsmoker to abstain when the fumes of chandu actually reach his nostrils is a feat of

willpower difficult adequately to appraise. An ordinary tobacco smoker cannot remain for long among those

who are enjoying the fragrant weed without catching the infection and beginning to smoke also. Twice to

redouble the lure of my lady Nicotine would be but loosely to estimate the seductiveness of the Spirit of the

Poppy; yet Sir Lucien Pyne smoked one pipe with Mrs. Sin, and perceiving her to be already in a state of

dreamy abstraction, loaded a second, but in his own case with a fragment of cigarette stump which

smouldered in a tray upon the table. His was that rare type of character whose possessor remains master of

Following the fourth pipePyne, after the second, had ceased to trouble to repeat his feat of legerdemain,

"The sleep" claimed Mrs. Sin. Her languorous eyes closed, and her face assumed that rapt expression of

Buddhalike beatitude which Rita had observed at Kilfane's flat. According to some scientific works on the

subject, sleep is not invariably induced in the case of Europeans by the use of chandu. Loosely, this is true.

But this type of European never becomes an habitue; the habitue always sleeps. That dreamworld to which

opium alone holds the key becomes the real world "for the delights of which the smoker gladly resigns all

mundane interests." The exiled Chinaman returns again to the sampan of his boyhood, floating joyously on

the waters of some willowlined canal; the Malay hears once more the mystic whispering in the mangrove

swamps, or scents the fragrance of nutmeg and cinnamon in the faroff golden Chersonese. Mrs. Sin

doubtless lived anew the triumphs of earlier days in Buenos Ayres, when she had been La Belle Lola, the

greatly beloved, and before she had met and married Sin Sin Wa. Gives much, but claims all, and he who

would open the poppygates must close the door of ambition and bid farewell to manhood.

Sir Lucien stood looking at the woman, and although one pipe had affected him but slightly, his imagination

momentarily ran riot and a pageant of his life swept before him, so that his jaw grew hard and grim and he

clenched his hands convulsively. An unbroken stillness prevailed in the opiumhouse of Sin Sin Wa.

Recovering from his fit of abstraction, Pyne, casting a final keen glance at the sleeper, walked out of the

room. He looked along the carpeted corridor in the direction of the cubicles, paused, and then opened the

heavy door masking the recess behind the cupboard. Next opening the false back of the cupboard, he passed

He descended the stair and went along the passage; but ere he reached the door of the room on the ground

"Hello! hello! Sin Sin! Sin Sin Wa!" croaked the raven. "Number one p'lice chop, lo!" The note of a police

Pyne entered the room. It presented the same aspect as when he had left it. The ship's lantern stood upon the

table, and Sin Sin Wa sat upon the teachest, the great black bird perched on his shoulder. The fire in the

stove had burned lower, and its downcast glow revealed less mercilessly the dirty condition of the floor.

Otherwise no one, nothing, seemed to have been disturbed. Pyne leaned against the doorpost, taking out and

"Well, Sin Sin," said Sir Lucien, dropping a match and extinguishing it under his foot, "you see I am not

"Number one p'lice," croaked the raven sleepily "Smartest" He even attempted the castanets imitation, but

For a while Sir Lucien stood watching the singular pair and smiling in his ironical fashion. The motive which

had prompted him to leave the neighboring house and to seek the companionship of Sin Sin Wa was so

obscure and belonged so peculiarly to the superdelicacies of chivalry, that already he was laughing at himself.

But, nevertheless, in this house and not in its secret annex of a Hundred Raptures he designed to spend the

"Indeed?" said Sir Lucien, glancing at his wristwatch. "The door is open above."

Sin Sin Wa raised one yellow forefinger, without moving either hand from the knee upon which it rested, and

Even as he softly crooned the words came a heavy squelch of rubbers upon the wet pavement outside,

followed by a rapping on the door. Sin Sin Wa glanced aside at Sir Lucien, and the latter immediately

withdrew, partly closing the door. The Chinaman shuffled across and admitted two constables. The raven,

remaining perched upon his shoulder, shrieked, "Smartest leg in Buenos Ayres," and, fully awakened, rattled

The police strode into the stuffy little room without ceremony, a pair of burly fellows, freshcomplexioned,

and genial as men are wont to be who have reached a welcome restingplace on a damp and cheerless night.

They stood by the stove, warming their hands; and one of them stooped, took up the little poker, and stirred

"Been havin' a pipe, Sin?" he asked, winking at his companion. "I can smell something like opium!"

"You likee tly one piecee pipee one time?" inquired the Chinaman. "Gotchee fliend makee smokee."

"Now's your chance, Jim!" he cried. "You always said you'd like to have a cut at it."

"H'm!" muttered the other. "A 'double' o' that fifteen overproof Jamaica of yours, Sin, would hit me in a

He resumed his seat on the teachest, and the raven muttered sleepily, "Sin SinSin."

He raised the skirt of his heavy topcoat, and from his trouserpocket drew out a leather purse. The eye of

Sin Sin Wa remained fixed upon a distant corner of the room. From the purse the constable took a shilling,

"Double rum, miss, please!" he said, facetiously. "There's no treason allowed nowadays, so my pal's"

"I stood yours last night Jim, anyway!" cried the other, grinning. "Go on, stump up!"

Sin Sin Wa reached a long arm into the little cupboard beside him and withdrew a bottle and a glass. Leaning

forward he placed bottle and glass on the table, and adroitly swept the coins into his yellow palm.

"You're right, old bird!" said Jim, pouring out a stiff peg of the spirit and disposing of it at a draught. "We

should freeze to death on this blasted riverside beat if it wasn't for Sin Sin."

He measured out a second portion for his companion, and the latter drank the raw spirit off as though it had

been ale, replaced the glass on the table, and having adjusted his belt and lantern in that characteristic way

which belongs exclusively to members of the Metropolitan Police Force, turned and departed.

The door closed, and Sin Sin Wa, shuffling across, rebolted it. As Sir Lucien came out from his hidingplace

Sin Sin Wa returned to his seat on the teachest, first putting the glass, unwashed, and the rum bottle back in

To the ordinary observer the Chinaman presents an inscrutable mystery. His seemingly unemotional character

and his racial inability to express his thoughts intelligibly in any European tongue stamp him as a creature

apart, and one whom many are prone erroneously to classify very low in the human scale and not far above

the ape. Sir Lucien usually spoke to Sin Sin Wa in English, and the other replied in that weird jargon known

as "pidgin." But the silly Sin Wa who murmured gibberish and the Sin Sin Wa who could converse upon

many and curious subjects in his own language were two different beingsas Sir Lucien was aware. Now, as

the oneeyed Chinaman resumed his seat and the oneeyed raven sank into slumber, Pyne suddenly spoke in

Chinese, a tongue which he understood as it is understood by few Englishmen; that strange, sibilant speech

which is alien from all Western conceptions of oral intercourse as the Chinese institutions and ideals are alien

"So you make a profit on your rum, Sin Sin Wa," he said ironically, "at the same time that you keep in the

Sin Sin Wa's expression underwent a subtle change at the sound of his native language. He moved his hands

"A great people of the West, most honorable sir," he replied in the pure mandarin dialect, "claim credit for

having said that 'business is business.' Yet he who thus expressed himself was a Chinaman."

"I sometimes wonder, Sin Sin Wa," he said slowly, "what your aim in life can be. Your father was neither a

ship's carpenter nor a shopkeeper. This I know. Your age I do not know and cannot guess, but you are no

Standing behind the Chinaman, Sir Lucien's dark face, since he made no effort to hide his feelings, revealed

the fact that he attached to this seemingly abstract discussion a greater importance than his tone of voice

"Most honorable sir," he replied, "when I have smoked the opium, before my eyesfor in dreams I have

twoa certain picture arises. It is that of a farm in the province of HoNan. Beyond the farm stretch

paddyfields as far as one can see. Men and women and boys and girls move about the farm, happy in their

labors, and far, far away dwell the mountain gods, who send the great Yellow River sweeping down through

the valleys where the poppy is in bloom. It is to possess that farm, most honorable sir, and those paddyfields

"And in spite of the opium which you consume, you have never lost sight of this ideal?"

"A man may not always have the same wife," he replied cryptically. "The honorable wife who now attends to

my requirements, laboring unselfishly in my miserable house and scorning the love of other men as she has

always doneand as an honorable and upright woman is expected to domay one day be gathered to her

ancestors. A man never knows. Or she may leave me. I am not a good husband. It may be that some little

maiden of HoNan, mildeyed like the muskdeer and modest and tender, will consent to minister to my old

"She will never love you, Sin Sin Wa," he said, almost sadly. "She will come to your house only to cheat

"We have a saying in HoNan, most honorable sir," he answered, "and it is this: 'He who has tasted the

poppycup has nothing to ask of love.' She will cook for me, this little one, and stroke my brow when I am

weary, and light my pipe. My eye will rest upon her with pleasure. It is all I ask."

There came a soft rapping on the outer doorthree raps, a pause, and then two raps. The raven opened his

"I should like to go with you, Sin Sin Wa," he said. "Would it be safe to leave the housewith the upper

He raised a yellow hand, and the raven stepped sedately from his shoulder on to his wrist.

"Come, TlingaLing," crooned Sin Sin Wa, "you go to bed, my little black friend, and one day you, too,

Opening the useful cupboard, he stooped, and in hopped the raven. Sin Sin Wa closed the cupboard, and

"I will bring you a coat and a cap and scarf," he said. "Your magnificent apparel would be out of place among

the low pigs who wait in my other disgusting cellar to rob me. Forgive my improper absence for one moment,

Sir Lucien came out into the alley wearing a greasy cloth cap pulled down over his eyes and an old overall,

the collar turned up about a red woollen muffler which enveloped the lower part of his face. The odor of the

outfit was disgusting, but this man's double life had brought him so frequently in contact with all forms of

uncleanness, including that of the Far East, compared with which the dirt of the West is hygienic, that he

A Chinese "boy" of indeterminable age, wearing a slopshop suit and a cap, was waiting outside the door,

and when Sin Sin Wa appeared, carefully locking up, he muttered something rapidly in his own sibilant

Sin Sin Wa made no reply. To his indoor attire he had added a peajacket and a bowler hat; and the oddly

assorted trio set off westward, following the bank of the Thames in the direction of Limehouse Basin. The

narrow, illlighted streets were quite deserted, but from the river and the riverside arose that ceaseless jangle

of industry which belongs to the great port of London. On the Surrey shore whistles shrieked, and endless

moving chains sent up their monstrous clangor into the night. Human voices sometimes rose above the din of

In silence the three pursued their way, crossing inlets and circling around basins dimly divined, turning to the

right into a lane flanked by high, eyeless walls, and again to the left, finally to emerge nearly opposite a

dilapidated gateway giving access to a small wharf, on the rickety gates bills were posted announcing, "This

Wharf to Let." The annexed building appeared to be a mere shell. To the right again they turned, and once

more to the left, halting before a twostory brick house which had apparently been converted into a barber's

shop. In one of the grimy windows were some loose packets of cigarettes, a soapmaker's advertisement, and a

Opening the door with a key which he carried, the boy admitted Sir Lucien and Sin Sin Wa to the

dimlylighted interior of a room the pretensions of which to be regarded as a shaving saloon were supported

by the presence of two chairs, a filthy towel, and a broken mug. Sin Sin Wa shuffled across to another door,

and, followed by Sir Lucien, descended a stone stair to a little cellar apparently intended for storing coal. A

Removing the lamp from the step, Sin Sin Wa set it on the cellar floor, which was black with coal dust, then

closed and bolted the door. A heap of nondescript litter lay piled in a corner of the cellar. This Sin Sin Wa

disturbed sufficiently to reveal a movable slab in the roughly paved floor. It was so ingeniously concealed by

coal dust that one who had sought it unaided must have experienced great difficulty in detecting it.

A piece of strong iron wire, which lay among the other litter, was inserted in a narrow slot, apparently a crack

in the stone. About an inch of the end of the wire being bent outward to form a right angle, when the

seemingly useless piece of scrapiron had been thrust through the slab and turned, it formed a handle by

Again Sin Sin Wa took up the lamp, placing it at the brink of the opening revealed. A pair of wooden steps

rested below, and Sir Lucien, who evidently was no stranger to the establishment, descended awkwardly,

since there was barely room for a big man to pass. He found himself in the mouth of a low passage, unpaved

and shored up with rough timbers in the manner of a mineworking. Sin Sin Wa followed with the lamp,

Stooping forward and bending his knees, Sir Lucien made his way along the passage, the Chinaman

following. It was of considerable length, and terminated before a strong door bearing a massive lock. Sin Sin

Wa reached over the stooping figure of Sir Lucien and unfastened the lock. The two emerged in a kind of

dugout. Part of it had evidently been in existence before the ingenious Sin Sin Wa had exercised his skill

upon it, and was of solid brickwork and stonepaved; palpably a storage vault. But it had been altered to suit

the Chinaman's purpose, and one endthat in which the passage came outwas timbered. It contained a

long counter and many shelves; also a large oilstove and a number of pots, pans, and queerlooking jars. On

the counter stood a ship's lantern. The shelves were laden with packages and bottles. Behind the counter sat a

venerable and perfectly bald Chinaman. The only trace of hair upon his countenance grew on the shrunken

upper lip mere wisps of white down. His skin was shrivelled like that of a preserved fig, and he wore big

hornrimmed spectacles. He never once exhibited the slightest evidence of life, and his head and face, and

the hornrimmed spectacles, might quite easily have passed for those of an unwrapped mummy. This was

Bending over a box upon which rested a canvasbound package was a burly seaman engaged in unknotting

the twine with which the canvas was kept in place. As Sin Sin Wa and Sir Lucien came in he looked up,

"Friend," murmured Sin Sin Wa complacently. "You gotchee pukka stuff thisee time, George?"

"I allus brings the pukka stuff!" roared the seaman, ceasing to fumble with the knots and glaring at Sin Sin

"Gotchee no use for bran," murmured Sin Sin Wa. "Gotchee no use for tintack. Gotchee no use for glue."

"Bran!" roared the man, his glance and pose very menacing. "Tintacks and glue! Who the flamin' 'ell ever

"George" glared for a moment, breathing heavily; then he stooped and resumed his task, Sin Sin Wa and Sir

Opening the canvas wrappings, the man began to take out and place upon the counter a number of reddish

balls of "leaf" opium, varying in weight from about eight ounces to a pound or more.

From a pocket of his peajacket he drew a long bodkin, and taking up one of the largest balls he thrust the

bodkin in and then withdrew it, the steel stained a coffee color. Sin Sin Wa smelled and tasted the substance

adhering to the bodkin, weighed the ball reflectively in his yellow palm, and then set it aside. He took up a

"'Alf a mo', guvnor!" cried the seaman furiously. "D'you think I'm going to wait 'ere while you prods about in

all the blasted lot? It's damn near high tideI shan't get out. 'Alf time! Savvy? Shove it on the scales!"

"Too muchee slick. Too muchee bhobbery," he murmured. "Sin Sin Wa gotchee sabby what him catchee buy

"What's the game?" inquired George menacingly. "Don't you know a cake o' Smyrna when you smells it?"

"No sabby lead chop till ploddem withee dipper," explained the Chinaman, imperturbably.

He calmly inserted the bodkin in the second cake; seemed to meet with some obstruction, and laid the ball

down upon the counter. From beneath his jacket he took out a claspknife attached to a steel chain.

Undeterred by a savage roar from the purveyor, he cut the sticky mass in half, and digging his long nails into

one of the halves, brought out two lead shots. He directed a glance of his beady eye upon the man.

"Who's a robber?" shouted George, his face flushing darkly, and apparently not resenting the earlier

"One sarcee Smyrna feller packee stuff so fashion," murmured Sin Sin Wa. "Thieffeller lobbee poor

George jerked his peaked cap from his head, revealing a tangle of unkempt red hair. He scratched his skull

"Lough luck," murmured Sin Sin Wa, and resumed his examination of the cakes of opium.

The man watched him now in silence, only broken by exclamations of "Blimey" and "Flaming hell" when

From the canvas wrapping George took out and tossed on the counter a square packet wrapped in

The cake of Indian opium was submitted to the same careful scrutiny as that which the balls of Turkish had

already undergone, but the Patna opium proved to be unadulterated. Reaching over the counter Sin Sin Wa

produced a pair of scales, and, watched keenly by George, weighed the leaf and then the cake.

"Tensix Smyrna; one 'leben Patna," muttered Sin Sin Wa. "You catchee eighty jimmies."

"Eh?" roared George. "Eighty quid! Eighty quid! Flamin' blind o' Riley! D'you think I'm up the pole? Eighty

"I give more'n that for it!" cried the seaman. "An' I damn near hit a police boat comin' in, too!"

Sir Lucien spoke a few words rapidly in Chinese. Sin Sin Wa performed his curious oriental shrug, and

taking a fat leather wallet from his hippocket, counted out the sum of eightyfive pounds upon the counter.

The man grabbed the money and pocketed it without a word of acknowledgment. He turned and strode along

Sin Sin Wa took the lantern from the counter and followed. Opening a door at the further end of the place, he

set the lantern at the head of three descending wooden steps discovered. With the opening of the door the

sound of lapping water had grown perceptibly louder. George clattered down the steps, which led to a second

but much stouter door. Sin Sin Wa followed, nearly closing the first door, so that only a faint streak of light

The second door was opened, and the clangor of the Surrey shore suddenly proclaimed itself. Cold, damp air

touched them, and the faint light of the lantern above cast their shadows over unctuous gliding water, which

lapped the step upon which they stood. Slimy shapes uprose dim and ghostly from its darkly moving surface.

A boat was swinging from a ring beside the door, and into it George tumbled. He unhitched the lashings, and

strongly thrust the boat out upon the water. Coming to the first of the dim shapes, he grasped it and thereby

propelled the skiff to another beyond. These indistinct shapes were the piles supporting the structure of a

He waited until the boat was swallowed in the deeper shadows, then reclosed the watergate and ascended to

the room where Sir Lucien awaited. Such was the receiving office of Sin Sin Wa. While the wharf remained

untenanted it was not likely to be discovered by the authorities, for even at low tide the riverdoor was

invisible from passing craft. Prospective lessees who had taken the trouble to inquire about the rental had

Sin Sin Wa paid fair prices and paid cash. This was no more than a commercial necessity. For those who

have opium, cocaine, veronal, or heroin to sell can always find a ready market in London and elsewhere. But

one sufficiently curious and clever enough to have solved the riddle of the vacant wharf would have

discovered that the mysterious owner who showed himself so loath to accept reasonable offers for the

property could well afford to be thus independent. Those who control "the traffic" control El Doradoa city

of gold which, unlike the fabled Manoa, actually exists and yields its riches to the unscrupulous adventurer.

Smiling his mirthless, eternal smile, Sin Sin Wa placed the newly purchased stock upon a shelf immediately

behind Sam Tuk; and Sam Tuk exhibited the first evidence of animation which had escaped him throughout

Rita Dresden married Monte Irvin in the spring and bade farewell to the stage. The goal long held in view

was attained at last. But another farewell which at one time she had contemplated eagerly no longer appeared

desirable or even possible. To cocamania had been added a tolerance for opium, and at the last party given by

Cyrus Kilfane she had learned that she could smoke nearly as much opium as the American habitue.

The altered attitude of Sir Lucien surprised and annoyed her. He, who had first introduced her to the spirit of

the coca leaf and to the goddess of the poppy, seemed suddenly to have determined to convince her of the

folly of these communions. He only succeeded in losing her confidence. She twice visited the "House of a

Hundred Raptures" with Mollie Gretna, and once with Mollie and Kilfane, unknown to Sir Lucien.

Urgent affairs of some kind necessitated his leaving England a few weeks before the date fixed for Rita's

wedding, and as Kilfane had already returned to America, Rita recognized with a certain dismay that she

would be left to her own resourceshandicapped by the presence of a watchful husband. This subtle change

in her view of Monte Irvin she was incapable of appreciating, for Rita was no psychologist. But the effect of

the drug habit was pointedly illustrated by the fact that in a period of little more than six months, from

regarding Monte Irvin as a rock of refugea chance of salvationshe had come to regard him in the light of

an obstacle to her indulgence. Not that her respect had diminished. She really loved at last, and so well that

the idea of discovery by this man whose wholesomeness was the trait of character which most potently

attracted her, was too appalling to be contemplated. The chance of discovery would be enhanced, she

Of course she was acquainted with many other devotees. In fact, she met so many of them that she had grown

reconciled to her habits, believing them to be common to all "smart" peoplea part of the Bohemian life.

The truth of the matter was that she had become a prominent member of a coterie closely knit and associated

by a bond of mutual vicea kind of masonry whereof Kazmah of Bond Street was Grand Master and Mrs.

The relations existing between Kazmah and his clients were of a most peculiar nature, too, and must have

piqued the curiosity of anyone but a drugslave. Having seen him once, in his oracular cave, Rita had been

accepted as one of the initiated. Thereafter she had had no occasion to interview the strange, immobile

Egyptian, nor had she experienced any desire to do so. The method of obtaining drugs was a simple one. She

had merely to present herself at the establishment in Bond Street and to purchase either a flask of perfume or

a box of sweetmeats. There were several varieties of perfume, and each corresponded to a particular drug.

The sweetmeats corresponded to morphine. Rashid, the attendant, knew all Kazmah's clients, and with the

box or flask he gave them a quantity of the required drug. This scheme was precautionary. For if a visitor

should chance to be challenged on leaving the place, there was the legitimate purchase to show in evidence of

No conversation was necessary, merely the selection of a scent and the exchange of a sum of money. Rashid

retired to wrap up the purchase, and with it a second and smaller package was slipped into the customer's

hand. That the prices charged were excessivenay, ridiculousdid not concern Rita, for, in common with

Opium, alone, Kazmah did not sell. He sold morphine, tincture of opium, and other preparations; but those

who sought the solace of the pipe were compelled to deal with Mrs. Sin. She would arrange parties, or would

prepare the "Hundred Raptures" in Limehouse for visitors; but, except in the form of opiated cigarettes, she

could rarely be induced to part with any of the precious gum. Thus she cleverly kept a firm hold upon the

Drugtakers form a kind of brotherhood, and outside the charmed circle they are secretive as members of the

In this secrecy, which, indeed, is a recognized symptom of drug mania, lay Kazmah's security. Rita

experienced no desire to peer behind the veil which, literally and metaphorically, he had placed between

himself and the world. At first she had been vaguely curious, and had questioned Sir Lucien and others, but

nobody seemed to know the real identity of Kazmah, and nobody seemed to care provided that he continued

to supply drugs. They all led secret, veiled lives, these slaves of the laboratory, and that Kazmah should do

During this early stage of faint curiosity she had suggested to Sir Lucien that for Kazmah to conduct a

dreamreading business seemed to be to add to the likelihood of police interference.

"It is an additional safeguard," he had assured her "It corresponds to the method of a notorious Paris assassin

who was very generally regarded by the police as a cunning pickpocket. Kazmah's business of 'dreamreading'

does not actually come within the Act. He is clever enough for that. Remember, he does not profess to tell

At the time of her marriage Rita was hopelessly in the toils, and had been really panicstricken at the

prospectonce so goldenof a protracted sojourn abroad. The war, which rendered travel impossible, she

regarded rather in the light of a heavensent boon. Irvin, though personally favoring a quiet ceremony,

recognized that Rita cherished a desire to quit theatreland in a chariot of fire, and accordingly the wedding

was on a scale of magnificence which outshone that of any other celebrated during the season. Even the

lugubrious Mr. Esden, who gave his daughter away, was seen to smile twice. Mrs. Esden moved in a rarified

atmosphere of gratified ambition and parental pride, which no doubt closely resembled that which the angels

It was during the early days of her married life, and while Sir Lucien was still abroad, that Rita began to

experience difficulty in obtaining the drugs which she required. She had lost touch to a certain extent with her

former associates; but she had retained her maid, Nina, and the girl regularly went to Kazmah's and returned

with the little flasks of perfume. When an accredited representative was sent upon such a mission, Kazmah

dispatched the drugs disguised in a scent flask; but on each successive occasion that Nina went to him the

prices increased, and finally became so exorbitant that even Rita grew astonished and dismayed.

She mentioned the matter to another habitue, a lady of title addicted to the use of the hypodermic syringe, and

"I should bring the man to his senses, dear," said her ladyship. "I know a doctor who will be only too glad to

supply you. When I say a doctor, he is no longer recognized by the B.M.A., but he's none the less clever and

To the clever and kind medical man Rita repaired on the following day, bearing a written introduction from

her friend. The discredited physician supplied her for a short time, charging only moderate fees. Then,

suddenly, this second source of supply was closed. The man declared that he was being watched by the

police, and that he dared not continue to supply her with cocaine and veronal. His shifty eyes gave the lie to

his words, but he was firm in his resolution, whatever may have led him to it, and Rita was driven back to

Kazmah. His charges had become more exorbitant than ever, but her need was imperative. Nevertheless, she

At a certain supper club she was introduced to a suave little man, quite palpably an uninterned alien, who

smilingly offered to provide her with any drug to be found in the British Pharmacopeia, at most moderate

charges. With this little GermanJew villain she made a pact, reflecting that, provided that his wares were of

The craving for chandu seized her sometimes and refused to be exorcised by morphia, laudanum, or any other

form of opium; but she had not dared to spend a night at the "House of a Hundred Raptures" since her

marriage. Her new German friend volunteered to supply the necessary gum, outfit, and to provide an

apartment where she might safely indulge in smoking. She declinedat first. But finally, on Mollie Gretna's

return from France, where she had been acting as a nurse, Rita and Mollie accepted the suave alien's

Many thousands of careers were wrecked by the war, and to the war and the consequent absence of her

husband Rita undoubtedly owed her relapse into opiumsmoking. That she would have continued secretly to

employ cocaine, veronal, and possibly morphine was probable enough; but the constant society of Monte

Irvin must have made it extremely difficult for her to indulge the craving for chandu. She began to regret the

gaiety of her old life. Loneliness and monotony plunged her into a state of suicidal depression, and she

It was at about this time that she met Margaret Halley, and between the two, so contrary in disposition, a

close friendship arose. The girl doctor ere long discovered Rita's secret, of course, and the discovery was

That was the entire story in five wordsor all of the story that Rita ever learned. His apartments were

labelled "To Let," and the night clubs knew him no more. Rita for a time was deprived of drugs, and the

nervous collapse which resulted revealed to Margaret Halley's trained perceptions the truth respecting her

Kazmah's terms proved to be more outrageous than ever, but Rita found herself again compelled to resort to

the Egyptian. She went personally to the rooms in old Bond Street and arranged with Rashid to see Kazmah

on the following day, Friday, for Kazmah only received visitors by appointment. As it chanced, Sir Lucien

Pyne returned to England on Thursday night and called upon Rita at Prince's Gate. She welcomed him as a

friend in need, unfolding the pitiful story, to the truth of which her nervous condition bore eloquent

Sir Lucien began to pace up and down the charming little room in which Rita had received him. She watched

"Leave Kazmah to me," he said. "If you visit him he will merely shield himself behind the mystical business,

or assure you that he is making no profit on his sales. Kilfane had similar trouble with him."

"I will make a point of interviewing him in the morning. Meanwhile, if you will send Nina around to

"I try to be," he said enigmatically; "but I don't always succeed." He turned to her. "Have you ever thought of

giving up this doping?" he asked. "Have you ever realized that with increasing tolerance the quantities must

"You are trying to frighten me," she replied. "You have tried before; I don't know why. But it's no good,

"I don't want to try!" she cried irritably. "It will be time enough when Monte is back again, and we can really

'live.' This wretched existence, with everything restricted and rationed, and all one's friends in Flanders or

Mesopotamia or somewhere, drives me mad! I tell you I should die, Lucy, if I tried to do without it now."

The hollow presence of reform contemplated in a hazy future did not deceive Sir Lucien. He suppressed a

Sir Lucien's intervention proved successful. Kazmah's charges became more modest, and Rita no longer

found it necessary to deprive herself of hats and dresses in order to obtain drugs. But, nevertheless, these

were not the halcyon days of old. She was now surrounded by spies. It was necessary to resort to all kinds of

subterfuge in order to cover her expenditures at the establishment in old Bond Street. Her husband never

questioned her outlay, but on the other hand it was expedient to be armed against the possibility of his doing

Then there was Margaret Halley to consider. Rita had never hitherto given her confidence to anyone who was

not addicted to the same practices as herself, and she frequently experienced embarrassment beneath the

grave scrutiny of Margaret's watchful eyes. In another this attitude of gentle disapproval would have been

As for Sir Lucien, she had ceased to understand him. An impalpable barrier seemed to have arisen between

them. The inner man had became inaccessible. Her mind was not subtle enough to grasp the real explanation

of this change in her old lover. Being based upon wrong premises, her inferences were necessarily wide of

the truth, and she believed that Sir Lucien was jealous of Margaret's cousin, Quentin Gray.

Gray met Rita at Margaret Halley's flat shortly after he had returned home from service in the East, and he

immediately conceived a violent infatuation for this pretty friend of his cousin's. In this respect his conduct

was in no way peculiar. Few men were proof against the seductive Mrs. Monte Irvin, not because she

designedly encouraged admiration, but because she was one of those fortunately rare characters who inspire it

without conscious effort. Her appeal to men was sweetly feminine and quite lacking in that selfassertive and

masculine "take me or leave me" attitude which characterizes some of the beauties of today. There was

nothing abstract about her delicate loveliness, yet her charm was not wholly physical. Many women disliked

At dance, theatre, and concert Quentin Gray played the doting cavalier; and Rita, who was used to at least

one such adoring attendant, accepted his homage without demur. Monte Irvin returned to civil life, but Rita

showed no disposition to dispense with her new admirer. Both Gray and Sir Lucien had become frequent

visitors at Prince's Gate, and Irvin, who understood his wife's character up to a point, made them his friends.

Shortly after Monte Irvin's return Sir Lucien taxed Rita again with her increasing subjection to drugs. She

was in a particularly gay humor, as the supplies from Kazmah had been regular, and she laughingly fenced

with him when he reminded her of her declared intention to reform when her husband should return.

"You are really as bad as Margaret," she declared. "There is nothing the matter with me. You talk of 'curing'

"I know when and where to pull up, Rita," he said. "A woman never knows this. If I were deprived of opium

"I have given up opium," replied Rita. "It's too much trouble, and the last time Mollie and I went"

"Go on," he said grimly. "I know you have been to Sin Sin Wa's. What happened the last time?"

"Well," continued Rita hurriedly, "Monte seemed to be vaguely suspicious. Besides, Mrs. Sin charged me

"I am glad you cannot. But what I was about to say was this: Suppose you were to be deprived, not of 'chard',

"Oh!" whispered Rita, "why will you persist in trying to frighten me! I am not going to be deprived of them."

"I persist, dear, because I want you to try, gradually, to depend less upon drugs, so that if the worst should

"I mean that anything might happen, Rita. After all, we do possess a police service in London, and one day

there might be an accident. Kazmah has certain influence, but it may be withdrawn. Rita, won't you try?"

She was watching him closely, and now the pupils of her beautiful eyes became dilated.

"I know that I am compelled to leave England again, Rita, for a time; and I should be a happier man if I knew

Rita sank down upon the settee from which she had risen, and was silent for some time; then:

"I will try, Lucy," she promised. "I will go to Margaret Halley, as she is always asking me to do."

"Good girl," said Pyne quietly. "It is just a question of making the effort, Rita. You will succeed, with

A short time later Sir Lucien left England, but throughout the last week that he remained in London Rita

spent a great part of every day in his company. She had latterly begun to experience an odd kind of remorse

for her treatment of the inscrutably reserved baronet. His earlier intentions she had not forgotten, but she had

long ago forgiven them, and now she often felt sorry for this man whom she had deliberately used as a

Gray was quite unable to conceal his jealousy. He seemed to think that he had a proprietary right to Mrs.

Monte Irvin's society, and during the week preceding Sir Lucien's departure Gray came perilously near to

One night, on leaving a theatre, Rita suggested to Pyne that they should proceed to a supper club for an hour.

"Let's ring him up and ask him to join us. He won't, but he cannot very well object then."

As a result they presently found themselves descending a broad carpeted stairway. From the rooms below

arose the strains of an American melody. Dancing was in progress, or, rather, one of those orgiastic

ceremonies which passed for dancing during this pagan period. Just by the foot of the stairs they paused and

The dance at that moment concluding, they crossed the floor and joined the party. Mrs. Sin greeted them with

one of her rapid, mirthless smiles. She was wearing a gown noticeable, but not for quantity, even in that

semidraped assembly. Mollie Gretna giggled rapturously. But Gray's swiftly changing color betrayed a

mood which he tried in vain to conceal by his manner. Having exchanged a few words with the new arrivals,

"Now I must be off," he said awkwardly. "I have an appointment important business. Good night,

He turned away and hurried from the room. Rita flushed slightly and exchanged a glance with Sir Lucien.

Mrs. Sin, who had been watching the three intently, did not fail to perceive this glance. Mollie Gretna

"Oh!" she cried. "I wonder whatever is the matter with him! He looks as though he had gone mad!"

"It is perhaps his heart," said Mrs. Sin harshly, and she raised her bold dark eyes to Sir Lucien's face.

"Oh, please don't talk about hearts," cried Rita, willfully misunderstanding. "Monte has a weak heart, and it

But Gray's behavior had cast a shadow upon the party which even Mollie's empty lighthearted chatter was

powerless to dispel, and when, shortly after midnight, Sir Lucien drove Rita home to Prince's Gate, they were

"Where does Mrs. Sin live?" asked Rita, although it was not of Mrs. Sin that she had been thinking.

"In Limehouse, I believe," replied Sir Lucien; "at The House. But I fancy she has rooms somewhere in town

He stayed only a few minutes at Prince's Gate, and as the car returned along Piccadilly, Sir Lucien, glancing

upward towards the windows of a tall block of chambers facing the Green Park, observed a light in one of

The chauffeur stopped the car and Sir Lucien alighted, glancing at the clock inside as he did so, and smiling

at his own quixotic behavior. He entered an imposing doorway and rang one of the bells. There was an

A few moments later Sir Lucien was shown into the apartment of Gray's which oddly combined the

atmosphere of a gymnasium with that of a study. Gray, wearing a dressinggown and having a pipe in his

mouth, was standing up to receive his visitor, his face rather pale and the expression of his lips at variance

"Hello, Pyne," he said quietly. "Anything wrongor have you just looked in for a smoke?"

"I wanted a chat, Gray," he replied. "I'm leaving town tomorrow, or I should not have intruded at such an

"No intrusion," muttered Gray; "try the armchair, no, the big one. It's more comfortable." He raised his voice:

Sir Lucien sat down, and from the pocket of his dinner jacket took out a plain brown packet of cigarettes and

Willis having brought in a tray of refreshments and departed again, Sir Lucien came at once to the point.

"I really called, Gray," he said, "to clear up any misunderstanding there may be in regard to Rita Irvin."

"Regarding the nature of my friendship with her," answered Sir Lucien coolly. "Now, I am going to speak

quite bluntly, Gray, because I like Rita and I respect her. I also like and respect Monte Irvin; and I don't want

you, or anybody else, to think that Rita and I are, or ever have been, anything more than pals. I have known

her long enough to have learned that she sails straight, and has always sailed straight. Nowlisten, Gray,

please. You embarrassed me tonight, old chap, and you embarrassed Rita. It was unnecessary." He paused,

and then added slowly: "She is as sacred to me, Gray, as she is to youand we are both friends of Monte

For a moment Quentin Gray's fiery temper flickered up, as his heightened color showed, but the coolness of

the older and cleverer man prevailed. Gray laughed, stood up, and held out his hand.

"You're right, Pyne!" he said. "But she's damn pretty!" He uttered a loud sigh. "If only she were not married!"

Sir Lucien gripped the outstretched hand, but his answering smile had much pathos in it.

He took his departure shortly afterwards, absently leaving a brown packet of cigarettes upon the table. It was

an accident. Yet there were few, when the truth respecting Sir Lucien Pyne became known, who did not

believe it to have been a deliberate act, designed to lure Quentin Gray into the path of the poppy.

Less than a month later Rita was in a state of desperation again. Kazmah's prices had soared above anything

that he had hitherto extorted. Her bank account, as usual, was greatly overdrawn, and creditors of all kinds

were beginning to press for payment. Then, crowning catastrophe, Monte Irvin, for the first time during their

married life, began to take an interest in Rita's reckless expenditure. By a combination of adverse

circumstances, she, the wife of one of the wealthiest aldermen of the City of London, awakened to the fact

She pawned as much of her jewellery as she could safely dispose of, and temporarily silenced the more

threatening tradespeople; but Kazmah declined to give credit, and cheques had never been acceptable at the

Rita feverishly renewed her old quest, seeking in all directions for some less extortionate purveyor. But none

was to be found. The selfishness and secretiveness of the drug slave made it difficult for her to learn on what

terms others obtained Kazmah's precious goods; but although his prices undoubtedly varied, she was

Mollie Gretna endeavored to obtain an extra supply to help Rita, but Kazmah evidently saw through the

She demanded to see Kazmah, but Rashid, the Egyptian, blandly assured her that "the SheikhelKazmah"

was away. She cast discretion to the winds and wrote to him, protesting that it was utterly impossible for her

to raise so much ready money as he demanded, and begging him to grant her a small supply or to accept the

letter as a promissory note to be redeemed in three months. No answer was received, but when Rita again

called at old Bond Street, Rashid proposed one of the few compromises which the frenzied woman found

"The SheikhelKazmah say, my lady, your friend Mr. Gray never come to him. If you bring him it will be

Rita found herself stricken dumb by this cool proposal. The degradation which awaits the drug slave had

never been more succinctly expounded to her. She was to employ Gray's foolish devotion for the commercial

advantage of Kazmah. Of course Gray might any day become one of the three wealthiest peers in the realm.

She divined the meaning of Kazmah's hitherto incomprehensible harshness (or believed that she did); she saw

what was expected of her. "My God!" she whispered. "I have not come to that yet."

Rashid she knew to be incorruptible or powerless, and she turned away, trembling, and left the place, whose

She was at this time bordering upon a state of collapse. Insomnia, which latterly had defied dangerously

increased doses of veronal, was telling upon nerve and brain. Now, her head aching so that she often

wondered how long she could retain sanity, she found herself deprived not only of cocaine, but also of

malourea. Margaret Halley was her last hope, and to Margaret she hastened on the day before the tragedy

which was destined to bring to light the sinister operations of the Kazmah group.

Although, perhaps mercifully, she was unaware of the fact, representatives of Spinker's Agency had been

following her during the whole of the preceding fortnight. That Rita was in desperate trouble of some kind

her husband had not failed to perceive, and her reticence had quite naturally led him to a certain conclusion.

He had sought to win her confidence by every conceivable means and had failed. At last had come

As Rita turned in at the doorway below Margaret's flat, then, Brisley was lighting a cigarette in the shelter of

Margaret immediately perceived that her friend's condition was alarming. But she realized that whatever the

cause to which it might be due, it gave her the opportunity for which she had been waiting. She wrote a

prescription containing one grain of cocaine, but declined firmly to issue others unless Rita authorized her, in

Rita's disjointed statements pointed to a conspiracy of some kind on the part of those who had been supplying

her with drugs, but Margaret knew from experience that to exhibit curiosity in regard to the matter would be

A hopeless day and a painracked, sleepless night found Kazmah's unhappy victim in the mood for any

measure, however desperate, which should promise even temporary relief. Monte Irvin went out very early,

and at about eleven o'clock Rita rang up Kazmah's, but only to be informed by Rashid, who replied, that

Kazmah was still away. "This evening he tell me that he see your friend if he come, my lady." As if the Fates

sought to test her endurance to the utmost, Quentin Gray called shortly afterwards and invited her to dine

For five agelong seconds Rita hesitated. If no plan offered itself by nightfall she knew that her last scruple

would be conquered. "After all," whispered a voice within her brain, "Quentin is a man. Even if I took him to

Kazmah's and he was in some way induced to try opium, or even cocaine, he would probably never become

But when he had gone Rita sat for more than half an hour, quite still, her hands clenched and her face a tragic

mask. (Gunn, of Spinker's Agency, reported telephonically to Monte Irvin in the City that the Hon. Quentin

Gray had called and had remained about twentyfive minutes; that he had proceeded to the Prince's

Restaurant, and from there to Mudie's, where he had booked a box at the Gaiety Theatre.)

Towards the fall of dusk the more dreadful symptoms which attend upon a sudden cessation of the use of

cocaine by a victim of cocainophagia began to assert themselves again. Rita searched wildly in the lining of

her jewelcase to discover if even a milligram of the drug had by chance fallen there from the little gold box.

She hurried to Dover Street, and her last hope was shattered. Margaret was out, and Janet had no idea when

she was likely to return. Rita had much ado to prevent herself from bursting into tears. She scribbled a few

lines, without quite knowing what she was writing, sealed the paper in an envelope, and left it on Margaret's

Of returning to Prince's Gate and dressing for the evening she had only a hazy impression. The

hammerbeats in her head were depriving her of reasoning power, and she felt cold, numbed, although a big

fire blazed in her room. Then as she sat before her mirror, drearily wondering if her face really looked as

drawn and haggard as the image in the glass, or if definite delusions were beginning, Nina came in and spoke

to her. Some moments elapsed before Rita could grasp the meaning of the girl's words.

Sir Lucien! Sir Lucien had come back? Rita experienced a swift return of feverish energy. Half dressed as she

Never had a man's voice sounded so sweet as that of Sir Lucien when he spoke across the wires. He was at

Albemarle Street, and Rita, wasting no time in explanations, begged him to await her there. In another ten

minutes she had completed her toilette and had sent Nina to 'phone for a cab. (One of the minor details of his

wife's behavior which latterly had aroused Irvin's distrust was her frequent employment of public vehicles in

She wrote a hasty note, merely asking Gray to proceed to the restaurant, where she promised to join him, left

Mareno, the silent, yellowfaced servant who had driven the car on the night of Rita's first visit to

Limehouse, admitted her. He showed her immediately into the lofty study, where Sir Lucien awaited.

"Oh, LucyLucy!" she cried, almost before the door had closed behind Mareno. "I am

Sir Lucien placed a chair for her. His face looked very drawn and grim. But Rita was in too highly strung a

And in a torrent of disconnected, barely coherent language, the tortured woman told him of Kazmah's attempt

to force her to lure Quentin Gray into the drug coterie. Sir Lucien stood behind her chair, and the icy reserve

which habitually rendered his face an impenetrable mask deserted him as the story of Rita's treatment at the

hands of the Egyptian of Bond Street was unfolded in all its sordid hideousness. Rita's soft, musical voice, for

which of old she had been famous, shook and wavered; her pose, her twitching gestures, all told of a nervous

"He dare not refuse you!" she cried. "Ring him up and insist upon him seeing me tonight!"

"You shall not! You shall not!" she said. "I am going to speak to that man face to face, and if he is human he

must listen to me. Oh! I have realized the hold he has upon me, Lucy! I know what it means, this

disappearance of all the others who used to sell what Kazmah sells. If I am to suffer, he shall not escape! I

"Be calm, little girl," whispered Sir Lucien, and he laid his hand upon her shoulder.

But she leapt up, her pupils suddenly dilating and her delicate nostrils twitching in a manner which

unmistakably pointed to the impossibility of thwarting her if sanity were to be retained.

"Ring him up, Lucy," she repeated in a low voice. "He is there. Now that I have someone behind me I see my

"There may, nevertheless, be a better way," said Sir Lucien; but he added quickly: "Very well, dear, I will do

That he had counted upon the influence of the drug to reduce Rita to a more reasonable frame of mind was

undoubtedly the fact, for presently as they proceeded on foot towards old Bond Street he reverted to

something like his old ironical manner. But Rita's determination was curiously fixed. Unmoved by every kind

of appeal, she proceeded to the appointment which Sir Lucien had madeignorant of that which Fate held in

"Come in," said the Assistant Commissioner. The door opened and Chief Inspector Kerry entered. His face

was as freshlooking, his attire as spruce and his eyes were as bright, as though he had slept well, enjoyed his

bath and partaken of an excellent breakfast. Whereas he had not been to bed during the preceding

twentyfour hours, had breakfasted upon biscuits and coffee, and had spent the night and early morning in

ceaseless toil. Nevertheless he had found time to visit a hairdressing saloon, for he prided himself upon the

He laid his hat, cane and overall upon a chair, and from a pocket of his reefer jacket took out a big notebook.

"Good morning, Chief Inspector," replied the Assistant Commissioner. "Pray be seated. No doubt"he

suppressed a weary sigh"you have a long report to make. I observe that some of the papers have the news

"Twenty pressmen are sitting downstairs," he said "waiting for particulars. One of them got into my room."

The Assistant Commissioner gazed wearily at his blottingpad, striking imaginary chords upon the

"ErChief Inspector," he said, "I fully recognize the difficulties whichyou follow me? But the Press is the

Press. Neither you nor I could hope to battle against such an institution even if we desired to do so. Where

"Quite, sir. Rely upon me," replied Kerry. "But I didn't mean to open my mouth until I had reported to you.

Now, sir, here is a precis of evidence, nearly complete, written out clearly by Sergeant Coombes. You would

He took the notebook from Kerry, and resting his head upon his hand began to read. Kerry sat very upright in

his chair, chewing slowly and watching the profile of the reader with his unwavering steelblue eyes. The

reading was twice punctuated by telephone messages, but the Assistant Commissioner apparently possessed

the Napoleonic faculty of doing two things at once, for his gaze travelled uninterruptedly along the lines of

When he had arrived at the final page of Coombes' neat, schoolboy writing, he did not look up for a minute or

"So far you have not succeeded in establishing the identity of the missing man, Kazmah?" he said.

"Not so far, sir," replied Kerry, enunciating the words with characteristic swift precision, each syllable

distinct as the rap of a typewriter. "Inspector Whiteleaf, of Vine Street, has questioned all constables in the

Piccadilly area, and we have seen members of the staffs of many shops and offices in the neighborhood, but

"Rashid is his name. Many of the people in the neighborhood knew him by sight, and at five o'clock this

morning one of my assistants had the good luck to find out, from an Arab coffeehouse keeper named

Abdulla, where Rashid lived. He paid a visit to the placeit's off the West India Dock Roadhalf an hour

later. But Rashid had gone. I regret to report that all traces of him have been lost."

"Ahconsidering this circumstance side by side with the facts that no scrap of evidence has come to light in

the Kazmah premises and that the late Sir Lucien's private books and papers cannot be found, what do you

"My report indicates what I deduce, sir! An accomplice of Kazmah's must have been in Sir Lucien's

household! Kazmah and Mrs. Irvin can only have left the premises by going up to the roof and across the

leads to Sir Lucien's flat in Albemarle Street. I shall charge the man Juan Mareno."

"What has he to say?" murmured the Assistant Commissioner, absently turning over the pages of the

notebook. "Ah, yes. 'Claims to be a citizen of the United States but has produced no papers. Engaged by Sir

Lucien Pyne in San Francisco. Professes to have no evidence to offer. Admitted Mrs. Monte Irvin to Sir

Lucien's flat on night of murder. Sir Lucien and Mrs. Irvin went out together shortly afterwards, and Sir

Lucien ordered him (Mareno) to go for the car to garage in South Audley Street and drive to club, where Sir

Lucien proposed to dine. Mareno claims to have followed instructions. After waiting near club for an hour,

learned from hall porter that Sir Lucien had not been there that evening. Drove car back to garage and

returned to Albemarle Street shortly after eight o'clock.' H'm. Is this confirmed in any way?"

"Up to a point it is, sir. The club porter remembers Mareno inquiring about Sir Lucien, and the people at the

"No one. But unfortunately it was a dark, misty night, and cars waiting for club members stand in a narrow

side turning. Mareno is a surly brute, and he might have waited an hour without speaking to a soul. Unless

another chauffeur happened to notice and recognize the car nobody would be any wiser."

"It doesn't seem to be germane to your case, Chief Inspector, in any event. There is no question of an alibi.

Sir Lucien's wristwatch was broken at sevenfifteenevidently at the time of his death; and this man

"I know it, sir," said Kerry. "He took out the car at halfpast seven. What I want to know is where he went

"From what you have gathered respecting the appearance of Kazmah, does it seem possible that Mareno may

"It does not, sir. Kazmah has been described to me, at first hand and at second hand. All descriptions tally in

one respect: Kazmah has remarkably large eyes. In Miss Halley's evidence you will note that she refers to

them as 'larger than any human eyes I have ever seen.' Now, Mareno has eyes like a pig!"

"Exactly, sir. Somebody got Kazmah and Mrs. Irvin away, and it can only have been Mareno. Sir Lucien had

no other resident servant; he was a man who lived almost entirely at restaurants and clubs. Again, somebody

"Quite soquite so," murmured the Assistant Commissioner. "Of course, we shall learn today something of

his affairs from his banker. He must have banked somewhere. But surely, Chief Inspector, there is a safe or

"There is, sir," said Kerry grimly; "a safe. I had it opened at six o'clock this morning. It had been hastily

cleaned out; not a doubt of it. I expect Sir Lucien carried the keys on his person. You will remember, sir, that

"H'm," mused the Assistant Commissioner. "This Cubanis Cigarette Company, Chief Inspector?"

"Dummy goods!" rapped Kerry. "A blind. Just a back entrance to Kazmah's office. Premises were leased on

behalf of an agent. This agenta reputable man of businesspaid the rent quarterly. I've seen him.

"And who was his client?" asked the Assistant Commissioner, displaying a faint trace of interest.

"Mr. Isaacs represented himself as a dealer in Covent Garden who was leasing the office for a lady friend,

and who desired, for domestic reasons, to cover his tracks. As ready money in large amounts changes hands

in the market, Mr. Isaacs paid ready money to the agent. Beyond doubt the real source of the ready money

"Where he is known to the bookingclerk, a girl who allowed him to have letters addressed there. A man of

"Ah! and these Bond Street premises have been occupied by Kazmah for the past eight years?"

"So I am told. I have yet to see representatives of the landlord. I may add that Sir Lucien Pyne had lived in

"The point is certainly significant," said the Assistant Commissioner. "Now we come to the drug traffic,

"No business of any kind seems to have been done there," he replied. "An officeboy employed by the

solicitor on the same floor as Kazmah has seen a man and also a woman, go up to the third floor on several

occasions, and he seems to think they went to the Cubanis office. But he's not sure, and he can give no useful

description of the parties, anyway. Nobody in the building has ever seen the door open before this morning."

"Apart from the suspicions of Miss Margaret Halley, you have no sound basis for supposing that Kazmah

"The evidence of Miss Halley, the letter left for her by Mrs. Irvin, and the fact that Mrs. Irvin said, in the

presence of Mr. Quentin Gray, that she had 'a particular reason' for seeing Kazmah, point to it unmistakably,

sir. Then, I have seen Mrs. Irvin's maid. (Mr. Monte Irvin is still too unwell to be interrogated.) The girl was

very frightened, but she admitted outright that she had been in the habit of going regularly to Kazmah for

certain perfumes. She wouldn't admit that she knew the flasks contained cocaine or veronal, but she did admit

that her mistress had been addicted to the drug habit for several years. It began when she was on the stage."

"Ah, yes," murmured the Assistant Commissioner; "she was Rita Dresden, was she not'The Maid of the

Masque' A very pretty and talented actress. A pitya great pity. So the girl, characteristically, is trying to

"She is," said Kerry grimly. "But it cuts no ice. There is another point. After this report was made out, a

message reached me from Miss Halley, as a result of which I visited Mr. Quentin Gray early this morning."

"Dear, dear," sighed the Assistant Commissioner, "your intense zeal and activity are admirable, Chief

From an inside pocket Chief Inspector Kerry took out a plain brown paper packet containing several

"I got these, sir," he said grimly. "They were left at Mr. Gray's some weeks ago by the late Sir Lucien. They

The Assistant Commissioner, his head resting upon his hand, gazed abstractedly at the packet. "If only you

"That brings me to my last point, sir. From Mrs. Irvin's maid I learned that her mistress was acquainted with a

"She's a woman reputed to be married to a Chinaman. Inspector Whiteleaf, of Vine Street, knows her by sight

as one of the nightclub birdsa sort of mysterious fungus, sir, flowering in the dark and fattening on gilded

fools. Unless I'm greatly mistaken, Mrs. Sin is the link between the doped cigarettes and the missing

"To the moneyed asses and the brainless women belonging to a certain West End set, sir," said Kerry

savagely. "They go in for every monstrosity from Buenos Ayres, Port Said and Pekin. They get up dances

that would make a wooden horse blush. They eat hashish and they smoke opium. They inject morphine, and

"Ah," sighed the Assistant Commissioner, "a very delicate and complex case, Chief Inspector. The agony of

mind which Mr. Irvin must be suffering is too horrible for one to contemplate. An admirable man, too;

honorable and generous. I can conceive no theory to account for the disappearance of Mrs. Irvin other than

"No, sir," said Kerry guardedly. "But we have the dope clue to work on. That the Chinese receive stuff in the

East End and that it's sold in the West End every constable in the force is well aware. Leman Street is getting

busy, and every shady case in the Piccadilly area will be beaten up within the next twentyfour hours, too. It's

purely departmental, sir, from now onwards, and merely a question of time. Therefore I don't doubt the

Kerry paused, cleared his throat, and produced a foolscap envelope which he laid upon the table before the

"With very deep regret, sir," he said, "after a long and agreeable association with the Criminal Investigation

"Ah, yes, Chief Inspector," he murmured. "Perhaps I fail entirely to follow you; I am somewhat

Some moments of silence followed. Sounds of traffic from the Embankment penetrated dimly to the room of

the Assistant Commissioner; ringing of tram bells and that vague sustained noise which is created by the

"You have selected a curious moment to retire, Chief Inspector," said the Assistant Commissioner. "Your

prospects were never better. No doubt you have considered the question of your pension?"

The Assistant Commissioner slowly revolved in his chair and gazed sadly at the speaker. Chief Inspector

Kerry met his glance with that fearless, unflinching stare which lent him so formidable an appearance.

"You might care to favor me with some explanation which I can lay before the Chief Commissioner?"

"Certainly not. I will place it before the responsible authority. I can do no more."

"Without disrespect, sir, I want to speak to you as man to man. As a private citizen I could do it. As your

The Assistant Commissioner sighed, stroking his neatly brushed hair with one large hand.

"Equally without disrespect, Chief Inspector," he murmured, "it is news for me to learn that you have ever

refrained from speaking your mind either in my presence or in the presence of any man."

"Well, sir," he said, "you have my resignation before you, and I'm prepared to abide by the consequences.

What I want to say is this: I'm a man that has worked hard all his life to earn the respect and the trust of his

employers. I am supposed to be Chief Inspector of this department, and as Chief Inspector I'll kowtow to

nothing on two legs once I've been put in charge of a case. I work right in the sunshine. There's no grafting

about me. I draw my salary every week, and any man that says I earn sixpence in the dark is at liberty to walk

right in here and deposit his funeral expenses. If I'm supposed to be under a cloudthere's my reply. But I

At ever increasing speed, succinctly, viciously he rapped out the words. His red face grew more red, and his

steelblue eyes more fierce. The Assistant Commissioner exhibited bewilderment. As the high tones ceased:

"Really, Chief Inspector," he said, "you pain and surprise me. I do not profess to be ignorant of the cause of

yourannoyance. But perhaps if I acquaint you with the facts of my own position in the matter you will be

"I won't work in the dark, sir," he declared truculently. "I'd rather be a pavement artist and my own master

"Quite soquite so." The Assistant Commissioner was wonderfully patient. "Very well, Chief Inspector. It

cannot enhance my personal dignity to admit the fact, but I'm nearly as much in the dark as yourself."

"At a late hour last night the Secretary of State communicated in person with the Chief Commissionerat

the latter's town residence. He instructed him to offer every facility to a newly appointed agent of the Home

office who was empowered to conduct an official inquiry into the drug traffic. As a result Vine Street was

advised that the Home office investigator would proceed at once to Kazmah's premises, and from thence

wherever available clues might lead him. For some reason which has not yet been explained to me, this

Traces of irritation became perceptible in the weary voice. Kerry staring, in silence, the Assistant

"I have been advised that this nameless agent is in a position to establish his bona fides at any time, as he

From a table drawer the Assistant Commissioner took a visitingcard, which he handed to Kerry. The latter

stared at it as one stares at a rare specimen. It was the card of Lord Wrexborough, His Majesty's Principal

Secretary of State for the Home Department, and in the cramped caligraphy of his lordship it bore a brief

"Sevenonenine," said Kerry in a high, strained voice. "Why sevenonenine? And why all this

hocuspocus? Am I to understand, sir, that not only myself but all the Criminal Investigation Department is

"You are to understand, Chief Inspector, that for the first time throughout my period of office I find myself

out of touch with the Chief Commissioner. It is not departmental for me to say so, but I believe the Chief

Commissioner finds himself similarly out of touch with the Secretary of State. Apparently very powerful

influences are at work, and the line of conduct taken up by the Home office suggests to my mind that

collusion between the receivers and distributors of drugs and the police is suspected by someone. That being

so, possibly out of a sense of fairness to all officially concerned, the committee which I understand has been

appointed to inquire into the traffic has decided to treat us all alike, from myself down to the rawest

constable. It's highly irritating and preposterous, of course, but I cannot disguise from you or from myself that

Kerry stood up and slowly moved his square shoulders in the manner of an athlete about to attempt a feat of

weightlifting. From the Assistant Commissioner's table he took the envelope which contained his

resignation, and tore it into several portions. These he deposited in a wastepaper basket.

"That's that!" he said. "I am very deeply indebted to you, sir. I know now what to tell the Press."

"If we don't exist as far as 719 is concerned, sir," said Kerry in his most snappy tones, "719 means nothing to

"Quite soquite so. Of course, I may be wrong in the motives which I ascribe to this Whitehall agent, but

misunderstanding is certain to arise out of a system of such deliberate mystification, which can only be

Half an hour later Chief Inspector Kerry came out of New Scotland Yard, and, walking down on to the

Embankment, boarded a Norwood tramcar. The weather remained damp and gloomy, but upon the red face of

Chief Inspector Kerry, as he mounted to the upper deck of the car, rested an expression which might have

been described as one of cheery truculence. Where other passengers, coat collars upturned, gazed gloomily

from the windows at the yellow murk overhanging the river, Kerry looked briskly about him, smiling

He was homeward bound, and when he presently alighted and went swinging along Spenser Road towards his

house, he was still smiling. He regarded the case as having developed into a competition between himself and

the man appointed by Whitehall. And it was just such a position, disconcerting to one of less aggressive

temperament, which stimulated Chief Inspector Kerry and put him in high good humor.

Mrs. Kerry, arrayed in a serviceable raincoat, and wearing a plain felt hat, was standing by the diningroom

door as Kerry entered. She had a basket on her arm. "I was waiting for ye, Dan," she said simply.

He kissed her affectionately, put his arm about her waist, and the two entered the cosy little room. By no

ordinary human means was it possible that Mary Kerry should have known that her husband would come

home at that time, but he was so used to her prescience in this respect that he offered no comment. She

"kenned" his approach always, and at times when his life had been in dangerand these were not of

infrequent occurrenceMary Kerry, if sleeping, had awakened, trembling, though the scene of peril were a

"Nearly clear. The dark thing you saw behind it all, Mary, was dope! Kazmah's is a secret drugsyndicate.

They've appointed a Home office agent, and he's working independently of us, but . . ."

"Oh, Dan," said his wife, "it's a race? Drugs? A Home office agent? Dan, they think the Force is in it?"

"They do!" rapped Kerry. "I'm for Leman Street in three hours. If there's doubledealing behind it, then the

mugs are in the East End, and it's folly, not knavery, I'm looking for. It's a race, Mary, and the credit of the

Service is at stake! No, my dear, I'll have a snack when I wake. You're going shopping?"

"I am, Dan. I'd ha' started, but I wanted to see ye when ye came hame. If ye've only three hours go straight up

Ten minutes later Kerry was in bed, his short clay pipe between his teeth, and The Meditations of Marcus

Aurelius in his hand. Such was his customary sleepingdraught, and it had never been known to fail. Half a

pipe of Irish twist and three pages of the sad imperial author invariably plunged Chief Inspector Kerry into

It was close upon midnight when DetectiveSergeant Coombes appeared in a certain narrow West End

thoroughfare, which was lined with taxicabs and private cars. He wore a dark overcoat and a tweed cap, and

although his chin was buried in the genial folds of a woollen comforter, and his cap was pulled down over his

eyes, his sly smile could easily be detected even in the dim light afforded by the car lamps. He seemed to

have business of a mysterious nature among the cabmen; for with each of them in turn he conducted a brief

conversation, passing unobtrusively from cab to cab, and making certain entries in a notebook. Finally he

disappeared. No one actually saw him go, and no one had actually seen him arrive. At one moment, however,

Five minutes later Chief Inspector Kerry entered the street. His dark overcoat and white silk muffler

concealed a spruce dress suit, a fact betrayed by black, braided trousers, unusually tightfitting, and boots

which almost glittered. He carried the silverheaded malacca cane, and had retained his narrowbrimmed

Passing the lines of waiting vehicles, he walked into the entrance of a popular nightclub which faced the

narrow street. On a lounge immediately inside the doorway a heated young man was sitting fanning his

Kerry paused for a moment, staring at the pair. The man returned his stare, looking him up and down in a

manner meant to be contemptuous. Kerry's fierce, intolerant gaze became transferred to the face and then the

figure of the woman. He tilted his hat further forward and turned aside. The woman's glance followed him, to

"Oh," she whispered, "what a delightfully savage man! He looks positively uncivilized. I have no doubt he

Mollie Gretna spoke loudly enough for Kerry to hear her, but unmoved by her admiration he stepped up to

the reception office. He was in high good humor. He had spent the afternoon agreeably, interviewing certain

officials charged with policing the East End of London, and had succeeded, to quote his own language, "in

getting a gale up." Despite the coldness of the weather, he had left two inspectors and a speechlessly

Kerry smiled genially. A newsboy thrust open the swingdoor, yelling: "Bond Street murder! A fresh

"Oh!" cried Mollie Gretna to her companion, "get me a paper. Be quick! I am so excited!"

Kerry took up a pen, and in large bold handwriting inscribed the following across two pages of the visitors'

He laid a card on the open book, and, thrusting his cane under his arm, walked to the head of the stairs.

Kerry paused, glancing over his shoulder and chewing audibly. Then he settled his hat more firmly upon his

red head and descended the stairs. The attendant went to inspect the visitors' book, but Mollie Gretna was at

"Oh, Bill!" she cried to her annoyed cavalier, "it's Inspector Kerry who is in charge of poor Lucy's murder!

Followed by the obedient but reluctant "Bill," Mollie ran downstairs, and almost into the arms of a tall dark

"You're not going yet, Dickey?" said Mollie, throwing her arm around the other's waist.

"Ssh!" whispered "Dickey." "Inspector Kerry is here! You don't want to be called as a witness at nasty

"Why should any of us? But don't you see they are looking for the people who used to go to Kazmah's? It's in

Escaping from Mollie's embrace, the tall girl ran up the stairs, kissing her hand to Bill as she passed. Mollie

hesitated, looking all about the crowded room for Chief Inspector Kerry. Presently she saw him, standing

nearly opposite the stairway, his intolerant blue eyes turning right and left, so that the fierce glance seemed to

miss nothing and no one in the room. Hands thrust in his overcoat pockets and his cane held under his arm,

he inspected the place and its occupants as a very aggressive country cousin might inspect the monkeyhouse

at the Zoo. To Mollie's intense disappointment he persistently avoided looking in her direction.

Although a popular dance was on the point of commencing, several visitors had suddenly determined to

leave. Kerry pretended to be ignorant of the sensation which his appearance had created, passing slowly

along the room and submitting group after group to deliberate scrutiny; but as news flies through an Eastern

bazaar the name of the celebrated detective, whose association with London's latest crime was mentioned by

every evening paper in the kingdom, sped now on magic wings, so that there was a muted charivari out of

which, in every key from bass to soprano, arose ever and anon the words "Chief Inspector Kerry."

"It's perfectly ridiculous but characteristically English," drawled one young man, standing beside Mollie

Gretna, "to send out a belly redheaded policeman in preposterous gladrags to look for a clever criminal.

Kerry is well known to all the crooks, and nobody could mistake him. Damn sillydamn silly!"

As "damn silly" Kerry's open scrutiny of the members and visitors must have appeared to others, but it was a

deliberate policy very popular with the Chief Inspector, and termed by him "beating." Possessed of an

undisguisable personality, Kerry had found a way of employing his natural physical peculiarities to his

professional advantage. Where other investigators worked in the dark, secretly, Red Kerry sought the

limelightat the right time. That every hour lost in getting on the track of the mysterious Kazmah was a

point gained by the equally mysterious man from Whitehall he felt assured, and although the elaborate but

hidden mechanism of New Scotland Yard was at work seeking out the patrons of the Bond Street drugshop,

He had been in the night club only about ten minutes, but during those ten minutes fully a dozen people had

more or less hurriedly departed. Because of the arrangements already made by Sergeant Coombes, the

addresses of many of these departing visitors would be in Kerry's possession ere the night was much older.

And why should they have fled, incontinent, if not for the reason that they feared to become involved in the

Kazmah affair? All the cabmen had been warned, and those fugitives who had private cars would be

It was a curious scene which Kerry surveyed, a scene to have interested philosopher and politician alike. For

here were representatives of every stratum of society, although some of those standing for the lower strata

were suitably disguised. The peerage was well represented, so was Judah; there were women entitled to wear

coronets dancing with men entitled to wear the broad arrow, and men whose forefathers had signed Magna

Waiting until the dance was fully in progress, Inspector Kerry walked slowly around the room in the direction

of the stair. Parties seated at tables were treated each to an intolerant stare, alcoves were inspected, and more

than one waiter meeting the gaze of the steely eyes, felt a prickling of conscience and recalled past

"No, Bill," she had replied, watching Kerry as if enthralled; "I don't want to dance. I am watching Chief

"That's evident," complained the young man. "Perhaps you would like to spend the rest of the night in Bow

"Oh," whispered Mollie, "I should love it! I have never been arrested, but if ever I am I hope it will be by

When Kerry came to the foot of the stairs, Mollie quite deliberately got in his way, murmured an apology,

and gave him a sidelong gaze through lowered lashes, which was more eloquent than any thesis. He smiled

with fierce geniality, looked her up and down, and proceeded to mount the stairs, with never a backward

His genius for criminal investigation possessed definite limitations. He could not perhaps have been expected

in tactics so completely opposed to those which he had anticipated to recognize the presence of a valuable

witness. Student of human nature though undoubtedly he was, he had not solved the mystery of that

Thus, a fellow with a low forehead and a weakly receding chin, Kerry classified as a dullard, a witling,

unaware that if the brow were but low enough and the chin virtually absent altogether he might stand in the

presence of a second Daniel. Physiognomy is a subtle science, and the exceptions to its rules are often of a

sensational character. In the same way Kerry looked for evasion, and, where possible, flight, on the part of

one possessing a guilty conscience. Mollie Gretna was a phenomenal exception to a rule otherwise sound.

And even one familiar with criminal psychology might be forgiven for failing to detect guilt in a woman

anxious to make the acquaintance of a prominent member of the Criminal Investigation Department.

Pausing for a moment in the entrance of the club, and chewing reflectively, Kerry swung open the door and

walked out into the street. He had one more cover to "beat," and he set off briskly, plunging into the mazes of

Soho crossing Wardour Street into old Compton Street, and proceeding thence in the direction of Shaftesbury

Avenue. Turning to the right on entering the narrow thoroughfare for which he was bound, he stopped and

whistled softly. He stood in the entrance to a court; and from further up the court came an answering whistle.

Kerry came out of the court again, and proceeded some twenty paces along the street to a restaurant. The

windows showed no light, but the door remained open, and Kerry entered without hesitation, crossed a

darkened room and found himself in a passage where a man was seated in a little apartment like that of a

stagedoor keeper. He stood up, on hearing Kerry's tread, peering out at the newcomer.

Kerry revealed his teeth in a savage smile and tossed his card on to the desk before the concierge. He passed

on, mounting the stairs at the end of the passage. Dimly a bell rang; and on the first landing Kerry met a

"My dear Chief Inspector," he said gutturally, "what is this, please? I trust nothing is wrong, eh?"

"A few friends," explained the suave alien, rubbing his hands together and still bowing, "remain playing

"Very good," rapped Kerry. "Well, if you think we have given them time to hide the 'wheel' we'll go in. Oh,

don't explain. I'm not worrying about sticklebacks tonight. I'm out for salmon."

He opened a door on the left of the landing and entered a large room which offered evidence of having been

hastily evacuated by a considerable company. A red and white figured cloth of a type much used in

Continental cafes had been spread upon a long table, and three foreigners, two men and an elderly woman,

were bending over a row of dominoes set upon one corner of the table. Apparently the men were playing and

the woman was watching. But there was a dense cloud of cigar smoke in the room, and mingled with its

pungency were sweeter scents. A number of empty champagne bottles stood upon a sideboard and an elegant

"H'm," said Kerry, glaring fiercely from the bottles to the players, who covertly were watching him. "How

you two smarts can tell a domino from a doorknocker after cracking a dozen magnums gets me guessing.

"You have mislaid your bag, madam," he said. "But, fortunately, I noticed it as I came in."

He turned the glance of his fierce eyes upon the man who had met him on the landing, and who had followed

For one dangerous moment the man's brow lowered and his heavy face grew blackly menacing. He

exchanged a swift look with his friends seated at the disguised roulette table. Kerry's jaw muscles protruded

"Give me another answer like that," he said in a tone of cold ferocity, "and I'll kick you from here to

"No offenseno offense," muttered the man, quailing before the savagery of the formidable Chief Inspector.

"You come this way, please. Some ladies call upon me this evening, and I do not want to frighten them."

"No," said Kerry, "you wouldn't, naturally." He stood aside as a door at the further end of the room was

They mounted to the third floor of the restaurant. The room which they had just quitted was used as an

auxiliary dining and supperroom before midnight, as Kerry knew. After midnight the centre table was

unmasked, and from thence onward to dawn, sometimes, was surrounded by roulette players. The third floor

he had never visited, but he had a shrewd idea that it was not entirely reserved for the private use of the

A babel of voices died away as the two men walked into a room rather smaller than that below and furnished

with little tables, cafe fashion. At one end was a grand piano and a platform before which a velvet curtain was

draped. Some twenty people, men and women, were in the place, standing looking towards the entrance.

Most of the men and all the women but one were in evening dress; but despite this common armor of

Two of the women Kerry recognized as bearers of titles, and one was familiar to him as a screenbeauty. The

others were unclassifiable, but all were fashionably dressed with the exception of a masculinelooking lady

who had apparently come straight off a golf course, and who later was proved to be a wellknown advocate

of woman's rights. The men all belonged to familiar types. Some of them were Jews.

Kerry, his feet widely apart and his hands thrust in his overcoat pockets, stood staring at face after face and

chewing slowly. The proprietor glanced apologetically at his patrons and shrugged. Silence fell upon the

"I am a police officer," said Kerry sharply. "You will file out past me, and I want a card from each of you.

He drew a long envelope and a pencil from a pocket of his dinner jacket. Laying the envelope and pencil on

"Quick march!" he snapped. "You, sir!" shooting out his forefinger in the direction of a tall, fair young man,

"I say, officer," he whispered nervously, "can't you manage to keep my name out of it? I mean to say, my

"Put your card on the table," he said tersely, "and get out while my hands stay in my pockets!"

Hurriedly the noble youth (he was the elder son of an earl) complied, and departed. Then, one by one, the rest

of the company filed past the Chief Inspector. He challenged no one until a Jew smilingly laid a card on the

"Hi!" rapped Kerry, grasping the man's arm. "One moment, Mr. 'Jones'! The card I want is in the other case.

D'you take me for a mug? That 'Jones' trick was tried on Noah by the bluefaced baboon!"

His perception of character was wonderful. At some of the cards he did not even glance; and upon the women

he wasted no time at all. He took it for granted that they would all give false names, but since each of them

would be followed it did not matter. When at last the room was emptied, he turned to the scowling proprietor,

"That's that!" he said. "I've had no instructions about your establishment, my friend, and as I've seen nothing

improper going on I'm making no charge, at the moment. I don't want to know what sort of show takes place

on your platform, and I don't want to know anything about you that I don't know already. You're a Swiss

He gathered up the cards from the table, glancing at them carelessly. He did not expect to gain much from his

possession of these names and addresses. It was among the women that he counted upon finding patrons of

Kazmah and Company. But as he was about to drop the cards into his overcoat pocket, one of them, which

Mollie's personality did not attract Margaret. The two had nothing in common, but Margaret was well aware

of the nature of the tie which had bound Rita Irvin to this empty and decadent representative of English

aristocracy. Mollie Gretna was entitled to append the words "The Honorable" to her name, but not only did

she refrain from doing so but she even preferred to be known as "Gretna"the style of one of the family

This pseudonym she had adopted shortly after her divorce, when she had attempted to take up a stage career.

But although the experience had proved disastrous, she had retained the nom de guerre, and during the past

four years had several times appeared at war charity gardenparties as a classical dancerto the great delight

of the guests and greater disgust of her family. Her maternal uncle, head of her house, said to be the most

blase member of the British peerage and known as "the noble tortoise," was generally considered to have

pronounced the final verdict upon his goldenhaired niece when he declared "she is almost amusing."

"My dear Miss Halley," she cried, "how perfectly sweet of you to come to see me! of course, I can guess

what you have called about. Look! I have every paper published this morning in London! Every one! Oh!

Tears glistened upon her carefully madeup lashes, and so deep did her grief seem to be that one would never

have suspected that she had spent the greater part of the night playing bridge at a "mixed" club in Dover

"It is indeed a ghastly tragedy," said Margaret. "It seems incredible that she cannot be traced."

"Absolutely incredible!" declared Mollie, opening a large box of cigarettes. "Will you have one, dear?"

"Oh, my dear Miss Halley!" she cried, "what an idea! Such a funny thing to suggest."

"Poor Sir Lucien used to smoke cigarettes of that kind," she explained, "and I thought perhaps you smoked

Margaret glanced at the speaker, and knew immediately that Mollie had determined to deny all knowledge of

the drug coterie. Because there is no problem of psychology harder than that offered by a perverted mind,

Margaret was misled in ascribing this secrecy to a desire to avoid becoming involved in a scandal. Therefore:

"Do you quite realize, Miss Gretna," she said quietly, "that every hour wasted now in tracing Rita may mean,

"Oh, don't! please don't!" cried Mollie, clasping her hands. "I cannot bear to think of it."

"God knows in whose hands she is. Then there is poor Mr. Irvin. He is utterly prostrated. One shudders to

contemplate his torture as the hours and the days go by and no news comes of Rita."

"Oh, my dear! you are making me cry!" exclaimed Mollie. "If only I could do something to help. . . ."

Margaret was studying her closely, and now for the first time she detected sincere emotion in Mollie's

"Perhaps you can," she continued, speaking gently. "You knew all Rita's friends and all Sir Lucien's. You

"Mrs. Sin," whispered Mollie, staring in a frightened way so that the pupils of her eyes slowly enlarged.

"Well, you see, they seem to think that through Mrs. Sin they will be able to trace Kazmah; and wherever

Mollie lowered her head for a moment, then glanced quickly at the speaker, and quickly away again.

"Please let me explain just what I mean," continued Margaret. "It seems to be impossible to find anybody in

London who will admit having known Mrs. Sin or Kazmah. They are all afraid of being involved in the case,

of course. Now, if you can help, don't hesitate for that reason. A special commission has been appointed by

Lord Wrexborough to deal with the case, and their agent is working quite independently of the police.

Anything which you care to tell him will be treated as strictly confidential; but think what it may mean to

Mollie clasped her hands about her right knee and rocked to and fro in her chair.

"But a number of people seem to know Mrs. Sin. I am sure you must have met her?"

"I suppose so," replied Margaret. "I am afraid I am dreadfully ignorant of such matters. It might depend upon

whether you spoke to a high official or to a subordinate one; an ordinary policeman for instance. But the

"I really don't think I have anything to say, Miss Halley," she declared. "I have certainly met Mrs. Sin, but I

Margaret sighed, looking up wistfully into Mollie's face. "Are you quite sure?" she pleaded. "Oh, Miss

"Oh, I quite understand that," cried Mollie. "My heart simply aches and aches when I think of poor, sweet

Their glances met, and Margaret read hostility in the shallow eyes. Mollie, who had been wavering, now for

some reason had become confirmed in her original determination to remain silent. Margaret stood up.

"It is no good, then," she said. "We must hope that Rita will be traced by the police. Goodbye, Miss Gretna.

"And so am I!" declared Mollie. "It is perfectly sweet of you to take such an interest, and I feel a positive

As Margaret was stepping into her little runabout car, which awaited her at the door, a theory presented itself

to account for Mollie's sudden hostility. It had developed, apparently, as a result of Margaret's reference to

the Home office inquiry. Of course! Mollie would naturally be antagonistic to a commission appointed to

Convinced that this was the correct explanation, Margaret drove away, reflecting bitterly that she had been

In common with others, Kerry among them, who had come in contact with that perverted intelligence, she

misjudged Mollie's motives. In the first place, the latter had no wish to avoid publicity, and in the second

placealthough she sometimes wondered vaguely what she should do when her stock of drugs became

exhaustedMollie was prompted by no particular animosity toward the Home office inquiry. She had

merely perceived a suitable opportunity to make the acquaintance of the fierce red Chief Inspector, and at the

Ere Margaret's car had progressed a hundred yards from the door, Mollie was at the telephone.

"Very well, madam," said the voice respectfully. "Please hold on, and I will enquire if the Chief Inspector is

Mollie's heart was beating rapidly with pleasurable excitement, and she was as confused as a maiden at her

"Oh, dear!" sighed Mollie, "what a pity. Can you tell me where I could find him?"

"I am afraid not, madam. It is against the rules to give private addresses of members of any department."

She replaced the receiver and stood biting her finger thoughtfully. She was making a mental inventory of her

many admirers and wondering which of them could help her. Suddenly she came to a decision on the point.

"Is that you, Archie?" said Mollie. "Yes! Mollie speaking. No, please listen, Archie! You can get to know

everything at the Foreign office, and I want you to find out for me the private address of Chief Inspector

Kerry, who is in charge of the Bond Street murder case. Don't be silly! I've asked Scotland Yard, but they

won't tell me. You can find out. . . . It doesn't matter why I want to know. . . . Just ring me up and tell me. I

Less than half an hour later, the obedient Archie rang up, and Mollie, all excitement, wrote the following

The appearance of the violetenamelled motor brougham upholstered in cream, and driven by a chauffeur in

a violet and cream livery, created some slight sensation in Spenser Road, S.E. Mollie Gretna's conspicuous

car was familiar enough to residents in the West End of London, but to lower middleclass suburbia it came

as something of a shock. More than one window curtain moved suspiciously, suggesting a hidden but

watchful presence, when the glittering vehicle stopped before the gate of number 67; and the lady at number

She was rewarded by an unobstructed view of the smartest woman in London (thus spake society

paragraphers) and of the most expensive set of furs in Europe, also of a perfectly gowned slim figure. Of

Mollie's disdainful face, with its slightly uptilted nose, she had no more than a glimpse.

A neat maid, evidently Scotch, admitted the dazzling visitor to number 67; and Spenser Road waited and

wondered. It was something to do with the Bond Street murder! Small girls appeared from doorways

Kerry, who had been at work until close upon dawn in the mysterious underworld of Soho was sleeping, but

Mrs. Kerry received Mollie in a formal little drawingroom, which, unlike the cosy, homely diningroom,

possessed that frigid atmosphere which belongs to uninhabited apartments. In a rather handsome cabinet were

a number of trophies associated with the detective's successful cases. The cabinet itself was a present from a

Mary Kerry, dressed in a plain blouse and skirt, exhibited no trace of nervousness in the presence of her

aristocratic and fashionable caller. Indeed, Mollie afterwards declared that "she was quite a ladylike person.

"Did ye wish to see Chief Inspector Kerry parteecularly?" asked Mary, watching her visitor with calm,

"Oh, most particularly!" cried Mollie, in a flutter of excitement. "Of course I don't know what you must think

of me for calling at such a preposterous hour, but there are some things that simply can't wait."

"Oh, yes, it is, Mrs. Kerry. Doesn't the very name of Bond Street turn your blood cold? I am simply shivering

"As the wife of a Chief Inspector I am maybe more used to tragedies than yoursel', madam. But it surely is a

sair grim business. My husband is resting now. He was hard at work a' the night. Nae doubt ye'll be wishin'

"Oh, if you please. I am so sorry to disturb him. I can imagine that he must be literally exhausted after

"If ye'll excuse me for a moment I'll awaken him," she said. "Our household is sma'."

"I simply couldn't dream of troubling you! Please don't suggest such a thing. I feel covered with guilt already.

Mary Kerry withdrew, leaving Mollie alone. As soon as the door closed Mollie stood up and began to inspect

the trophies in the cabinet. She was far too restless and excited to remain sitting down. She looked at the

presentation clock on the mantelpiece and puzzled over the signatures engraved upon a large silver dish

which commemorated the joy displayed by the Criminal Investigation Department upon the occasion of

The door opened and Kerry came in. He had arisen and completed his toilet in several seconds less than five

minutes. But his spotlessly neat attire would have survived inspection by the most lynxeyed martinet in the

Brigade of Guards. As he smiled at his visitor with fierce geniality, Mollie blushed like a young girl.

Chief Inspector Kerry was a much bigger man than she had believed him to be. The impression left upon her

memory by his brief appearance at the night club had been that of a small, dapper figure. Now, as he stood in

the little drawingroom, she saw that he was not much if anything below the average height of Englishmen,

and that he possessed wonderfully broad shoulders. In fact, Kerry was deceptive. His compact neatness and

the smallness of his feet and hands, together with those swift, lithe movements which commonly belong to

men of light physique, curiously combined to deceive the beholder, but masked eleven stones (*note: 1 stone

"Very good of you to offer information, miss," he said. "I'm willing to admit that I can do with it."

He opened a bureau and took out a writingblock and a fountain pen. Then he turned and stared hard at

"Right! I remember," interrupted Kerry. He continued to stare. "Before you say any more, miss, I have to

remind you that I am a police officer, and that you may be called upon to swear to the truth of any

At the question, so abruptly asked, Mollie felt herself blushing again. It was delightful to know that she could

She bestowed a swift, halfveiled glance at her interrogator, but he offered her no help, and:

"They wouldn't tell me," she continued. "SoI had to find out. You see, I heard you were trying to get

"So you went to the trouble to find my private address rather than to the nearest police station," said Kerry.

"It is certainly. But it occurred to me that someone. . . connected might have told you as well."

"Oh, no!" cried Mollie"she didn't. She told me to tell her so that she could tell the Home office."

"Eh?" said Kerry, "eh?" He bent forward, staring fiercely. "Please tell me exactly what Miss Halley wanted to

Kerry experienced a quickening of the pulse. In the failure of the C.I.D. to trace the abode of the notorious

Mrs. Sin he had suspected doubledealing. He counted it unbelievable that a figure so conspicuous in certain

circles could evade official quest even for fortyeight hours. K Division's explanation, too, that there were no

less than eighty Chinamen resident in and about Limehouse whose names either began or ended with Sin, he

looked upon as a paltry evasion. That very morning he had awakened from a species of nightmare wherein

719 had affected the arrest of Kazmah and Mrs. Sin and had rescued Mrs. Irvin from the clutches of the

former. Nowhere was hope. 719 would seem to be as hopelessly in the dark as everybody else.

"Of course I did, Inspector," said Mollie, with a timid, tender glance. "I thought you were the proper person

"Yes," sighed Mollie. "UnfortunatelyI know. Oh Inspector, how can I explain it to you?"

His keenness was thrilling, infectious. As a result of the night's "beating" he had a list of some twenty names

whose owners might have been patrons of Kazmah and some of whom might know Mrs. Sin. But he had

learned from bitter experience how difficult it was to induce such people to give useful evidence. There was

practically no means of forcing them to speak if they chose, from selfish motives, to be silent. They could be

forced to appear in court, but anything elicited in public was worse than useless. Furthermore, Kerry could

"Oh, Inspector, I know you will think me simply an appalling person when I tell you; but I have been to Mrs.

"However can I tell you the address, Inspector? I could drive you there, but I haven't the very haziest idea of

the name of the horrible street! One drives along dreadful roads where there are stalls and Jews for quite an

interminable time, and then over a sort of canal, and then round to the right all among ships and horrid

Chinamen. Then, there is a doorway in a little court, and Mrs. Sin's husband sits inside a smelly room with a

positively ferocious raven who shrieks about legs and policemen! Oh! Can I ever forget it!"

"One moment, miss, one moment," said Kerry, keeping an iron control upon himself. "What is the name of

"Oh, let me think! I can always remember it by recalling the croak of the raven." She raised one hand to her

"Good!" rapped Kerry, and made a note on the block. "Sin Sin Wa, and he has a pet raven, you say, who

"Who positively talks like some horrid old woman!" cried Mollie. "He has only one eye."

"Oh! it's a nightmare to behold them together!" declared Mollie, clasping her hands and bending forward.

She was gaining courage, and now looked almost boldly into the fierce eyes of the Chief Inspector.

"Describe the house," he said succinctly. "Take your time and use your own words."

Thereupon Mollie launched into a description of Sin Sin Wa's opiumhouse. Kerry, his eyes fixed upon her

"Well"Mollie hesitated"poor Rita, of course and Sir Lucien. Then, Cyrus Kilfane used to go."

"H'm. He's back in America, Sir Lucien is dead, and Mrs. Irvin is missing. Nobody else?"

"I have no idea, Inspector. Kazmah used to supply cocaine and veronal and trional and heroin, but those who

"Yes. Oh, Inspector"Mollie bent farther forward"I can see in your eyes that you think I am fabulously

A theory to explain why this social butterfly had sought him out as a recipient of her compromising

confidences presented itself to Kerry's mind. He was a modest man, having neither time nor inclination for

gallantries, and this was the first occasion throughout his professional career upon which he had obtained

valuable evidence on the strength of his personal attractions. He doubted the accuracy of his deduction. But,

Mollie at that moment lowering her lashes and then rapidly raising them again, Kerry was compelled to

"And she is the daughter of a peer!" he reflected. "No wonder it has been hard to get evidence."

He glanced rapidly in the direction of the door. There were several details which were by no means clear, but

he decided to act upon the information already given and to get rid of his visitor without delay. Where some

of the most dangerous criminals in Europe and America had failed, Mollie Gretna had succeeded in making

"Oh, it has been delightful to confess to you, Inspector!" declared Mollie. "I will give you my card, and I

shall expect you to come to me for any further information you may want. If I have to be brought to court,

He escorted Mollie to her brougham, observed by no less than six discreetly hidden neighbors. And as the

brougham was driven off she waved her hand to him! Kerry felt a hot flush spreading over his red

countenance, for the veiled onlookers had not escaped his attention. As he reentered the house:

"I kenned it when fairst I set een upon her painted face. I kenned it the now when she lookit sideways at ye. If

London was fogbound. The threat of the past week had been no empty one. Towards the hour of each

wintry sunset had come the yellow racks, hastening dusk and driving folks more speedily homeward to their

firesides. The dull reports of fogsignals had become a part of the metropolitan bombilation, but hitherto the

Now, however, it had triumphed, casting its thick net over the city as if eager to stifle the pulsing life of the

new Babylon. In the neighborhood of the Docks its density was extraordinary, and the purlieus of Limehouse

became mere mysterious gullies of smoke impossible to navigate unless one were very familiar with their

Chief Inspector Kerry, wearing a cardigan under his oilskins, tapped the pavement with the point of his

malacca like a blind man. No glimmer of light could he perceive. He could not even see his companion.

"Hell!" he snapped irritably, as his foot touched a brick wall, "where the devil are you, constable?"

They proceeded at a slow pace. Dull reports and a vague clangor were audible. These sounds were so

deadened by the clammy mist that they might have proceeded from some gnome's workshop deep in the

bowels of the earth. The blows of a piledriver at work on the Surrey shore suggested to Kerry's mind the

phantom crew of Hendrick Hudson at their game of ninepins in the Katskill Mountains. Suddenly:

"H'm, then there's someone else about." He raised his voice. "Hi, there! have you lost your way?"

"There was, sir. I saw someone, too. A Chinese resident, probably. Here we are!"

A sound of banging became audible, and on advancing another two paces, Kerry found himself beside Bryce

"I don't think so. But he puts it in a cupboard when he goes out, and it never talks unless it can see a light."

Bolts were unfastened and the door was opened. Out through the moving curtain of fog shone the red glow

He stepped past the Chinaman into the dimly lighted room. As he did so, the cause of an apparent deformity

which had characterized the outline of Sin Sin Wa became apparent. From his left shoulder the raven partly

"Damn the thing!" he muttered. "Come in, Bryce, and shut the door. What's this?"

On a teachest set beside the glowing stove, the little door of which was open, stood a highly polished squat

wooden image, gilded and colored red and green. It was that of a leering Chinaman, possibly designed to

represent Buddha, and its jade eyes seemed to blink knowingly in the dancing rays from the stove.

"Sin Sin Wa's Joss" murmured the proprietor, as Bryce closed the outer door. "Me shinee him up; makee Joss

Kerry turned and stared into the pockmarked smiling face. Seen in that dim light it was not unlike the

carved face of the image, save that the latter possessed two open eyes and the Chinaman but one. The details

of the room were indiscernible, lost in yellowish shadow, but the eye of the raven and the eye of Sin Sin Wa

He took up the Joss tenderly and bore it across the room. Opening a little cupboard set low down near the

floor he discovered a lighted lantern. This he took out and set upon the dirty table. Then he placed the image

He raised his hand to his shoulder and the raven stepped sedately from shoulder to wrist. Sin Sin Wa stooped.

He seated himself upon a teachest beside the useful cupboard, resting his hands upon his knees and smiling.

"Constable Bryce," he said crisply, "you recognize this man as Sin Sin Wa, the occupier of the house?"

He was not wholly at ease, and persistently avoided the Chinaman's oblique, beady eye.

"So that at this point, or hereabout, you would sometimes meet the constable on the next beat?"

"Well, sir," Bryce hesitated, clearing his throat, "this street isn't properly in his district."

"I didn't say it was!" snapped Kerry, glaring fiercely at the embarrassed constable. "I said you would

"Yes, sir, now and then," he confessed. "Just for a warm on a cold night, maybe."

"Now, my lad," he said, "I'm going to ask you another question. I'm not saying a word about the warm on a

cold night. We're all human. Butdid you ever see or hear or smell anything suspicious in this house?"

"Did anything ever take place that suggested to your mind that Sin Sin Wa might be concealing

Kerry stared intently for some moments at Bryce; then, turning suddenly to Sin Sin Wa:

"Fetch her," he said; "or" He drew a pair of handcuffs from the pocket of his oilskin.

He extended his wrists, meeting the angry glare of the Chief Inspector with a smile of resignation. Kerry bit

"For the last time," said Kerry, stooping and thrusting his face forward so that his nose was only some six

"Catchee lun off," replied the Chinaman blandly. "Velly bad woman. Tlief woman. Catchee stealee alla my

"Comee here when Sin Sin Wa hate gone for catchee shavee, liftee alla my dollars, andpff! cheelo!"

He raised his hand and blew imaginary fluff into space. Kerry stared down at him with an expression in

Kerry dropped the handcuffs back into the pocket of his overall and took out an electric torch. With never

another glance at Sin Sin Wa he went out into the passage and began to mount the stairs, presently finding

himself in a room filled with all sorts of unsavory rubbish and containing a large cupboard. He uttered an

Crossing the littered floor, and picking his way amid broken cane chairs, teachests, discarded garments and

bedlaths, he threw open the cupboard door. Before him hung a row of ragged clothes and a number of bowler

hats. Directing the ray of the torch upon the unsavory collection, he snatched coats and hats from the hooks

When the cupboard was empty he stepped into it and began to bang upon the back. The savagery of his

expression grew more marked than usual, and as he chewed his maxillary muscles protruded extraordinarily.

Tap where he wouldand he tapped with his knuckles and with the bone ferrule of his canethere was

nothing in the resulting sound to suggest that that part of the wall behind the cupboard was less solid than any

He examined the room rapidly, then passed into another one adjoining it, which was evidently used as a

bedroom. The latter faced towards the court and did not come in contact with the wall of the neighboring

house. In both rooms the windows were fastened, and judging from the state of the fasteners were never

opened. In that containing the cupboard outside shutters were also closed. Despite this sealingup of the

Snapping off the light of his torch, he stood, feet wide apart, staring at Sin Sin Wa. The latter, smiling

imperturbably, yellow hands resting upon knees, sat quite still on the teachest. Constable Bryce was seated

on a corner of the table, looking curiously awkward in his tweed overcoat and bowler hat, which garments

"There used to be a door between this house and the next," said Kerry succinctly. "My information is exact

"Sarcee feller catchee pullee leg," explained the unmoved Sin Sin Wa. "Velly bad man tellee lie for makee

In the fogbound silence Kerry could very distinctly be heard chewing. He turned suddenly to Bryce.

Bryce stepped to the door, unable to hide the relief which he experienced, and opened it. The fog was so

The constable went out, closing the door. Kerry laid his cane on the table, then stooped and tossed a cud of

chewinggum into the stove. From his waistcoat pocket he drew out a fresh piece and placed it between his

teeth. Drawing a teachest closer to the stove, he seated himself and stared intently into the glowing heart of

He took out the greeneyed joss, set it tenderly upon a corner of the table, and closed the cupboard door.

With a piece of chamois leather, which he sometimes dipped into a little square tin, he began to polish the

Monte Irvin raised his head and stared dully at Margaret Halley. It was very quiet in the library of the big

oldfashioned house at Prince's Gate. A faint crackling sound which proceeded from the fire was clearly

audible. Margaret's grey eyes were anxiously watching the man whose pose as he sat in the deep,

Few of his City associates would have recognized the voice; all would have been shocked to see the change

"You really understand why I have told you, Mr. Irvin, don't you?" said Margaret almost pleadingly. "Dr.

Burton thought you should not be told, but then Dr. Burton did not know you were going to ask me point

blank. And I thought it better that you should know the truth, bad as it is, rather than"

"Rather than suspectworse things," whispered Irvin. "Of course, you were right, Miss Halley. I am very,

very grateful to you for telling me. I realize what courage it must have called for. Believe me, I shall always

Irvin exhibited greater composure than Margaret had ventured to anticipate. She was confirmed in her

"I would have told you long ago," she said, "if I had thought that any good could result from my doing so.

Frankly, I had hoped to cure Rita of the habit, and I believe I might have succeeded in time."

"There has been no mention of drugs in connection with the case," said Monte Irvin, speaking monotonously.

"Hitherto there has not," she replied. "But there is a hint of it in one of this evening's papers, and I determined

to give you the exact facts so far as they are known to me before some garbled account came to your ears."

"Thank you," he said, "thank you. I had felt for a long time that I was getting out of touch with Rita, that she

"Oh, I don't think she knows anything about the drug syndicate," declared Margaret. "She merely acted as

confidential messenger. Poor Sir Lucien Pyne, I am sure, was addicted to drugs."

"Do you think"Irvin spoke in a very low voice"do you think he led her into the habit?"

"I would hate to slander a man who can never defend himself," she replied finally. "ButI have sometimes

Silence fell. Both were contemplating a theory which neither dared to express in words.

"You see," continued Margaret, "it is evident that this man Kazmah was patronized by people so highly

placed that it is hopeless to look for information from them. Again, such people have influence. I don't

suggest that they are using it to protect Kazmah, but I have no doubt they are doing so to protect themselves."

"You mean that it may be to somebody's interest to hush up the matter as much as possible?"

"The prevalence of the drug habit in societyespecially in London societyis a secret which has remained

hidden so long from the general public," she replied, "that one cannot help looking for bribery and corruption.

The stage is made the scapegoat whenever the voice of scandal breathes the word 'dope,' but we rarely hear

the names of the worst offenders even whispered. I have thought for a long time that the authorities must

know the names of the receivers and distributors of cocaine, veronal, opium, and the other drugs, huge

quantities of which find their way regularly to the West End of London. Pharmacists sometimes experience

the greatest difficulty in obtaining the drugs which they legitimately require, and the prices have increased

extraordinarily. Cocaine, for instance, has gone up from five and sixpence an ounce to eightyseven shillings,

and heroin from three and sixpence to over forty shillings, while opium that was once about twenty shillings

"In the course of my Guildhall duties," he said slowly, "I have been brought in contact frequently with police

officers of all ranks. If influential people are really at work protecting these villains who deal illicitly in

drugs, I don't think, and I am not prepared to believe, that they have corrupted the police."

"But," Irvin pursued, exhibiting greater animation, "you inform me that a Home office commissioner has

been appointed. What does this mean, if not that Lord Wrexborough distrusts the police?"

"Well, you see, the police seemed to be unable, or unwilling, to do anything in the matter. Of course, this may

have been due to the fact that the traffic was so skilfully handled that it defied their inquiries."

"Take, as an instance, Chief Inspector Kerry," continued Irvin. "He has exhibited the utmost delicacy and

consideration in his dealings with me, but I'll swear that a whiter man never breathed."

"Oh, really, Mr. Irvin, I don't think for a moment that men of that class are suspected of being concerned.

"Lord Wrexborough thinks that Scotland Yard hasn't got an officer clever enough for the dope people?"

Monte Irvin was watching Margaret's face, and despite the dull misery which deadened his usually quick

perceptions, he detected a heightened color and a faint change of expression. He did not question her further

"God knows I welcome all the help that offers," he said. "Lord Wrexborough is your uncle, Miss Halley; but

Margaret stared for some moments at the carpet, then raised her grey eyes and looked earnestly at the

speaker. She had learned in the brief time that had elapsed since this black sorrow had come upon him to

understand what it was in the character of Monte Irvin which had attracted Rita. It afforded an illustration of

that obscure law governing the magnetism which subsists between diverse natures. For not all the agony of

mind which he suffered could hide or mar the cleanness and honesty of purpose which were Monte Irvin's

"No," Margaret replied, "honestly, I don't. And I feel rather guilty about it, too, because I have been urging

uncle to take such a step for quite a long time. You see"she glanced at Irvin wistfully"I am brought in

contact with so many victims of the drug habit. I believe the police are hampered; and these people who deal

in drugs manage in some way to evade the law. The Home office agent will report to a committee appointed

by Lord Wrexborough, and then, you see, if it is found necessary to do so, there will be special legislation."

Monte Irvin sighed wearily, and his glance strayed in the direction of the telephone on the sidetable. He

seemed to be constantly listening for something which he expected but dreaded to hear. Whenever the toy

spaniel which lay curled up on the rug before the fire moved or looked towards the door, Irvin started and his

"Oh, Mr. Irvin, your courage is wonderful," replied Margaret earnestly. "But he"she hastily corrected

herself"everybody is convinced that Rita is safe. Under some strange misapprehension regarding this

awful tragedy she has run away into hiding. Probably she has been induced to do so by those interested in

Monte Irvin's eyes lighted up strangely. "Is that the opinion of the Home office agent?" he asked.

"It is the only possible explanation," said Margaret. "Any hour now we may expect news of her."

"You don't think," pursued Monte Irvin, "that anybodyanybody suspects Rita of being concerned in the

"I am quite relieved now that I have done what I conceived to be my duty, Mr. Irvin," she said. "And, bad as

the truth may be, it is better than doubt, after all. You must look after yourself, you know. When Rita comes

back we shall have a big task before us to wean her from her old habits." She met his glance frankly. "But we

"How you cheer me," whispered Monte Irvin emotionally. "You are the truest friend that Rita ever had, Miss

"Of course. Next to yourself there is no one so sincerely interested as I am. I love Rita as I should have loved

a sister if I had had one. Please don't stand up. Dr. Burton has told you to avoid all exertion for a week or

"Any news which reaches me," he said, "I will communicate immediately. Thank you. In times of trouble we

Towards eleven o'clock at night the fog began slightly to lift. As Kerry crossed the bridge over Limehouse

Canal he could vaguely discern the dirty water below, and street lamps showed dimly, surrounded each by a

halo of yellow mist. Fog signals were booming on the railway, and from the great docks in the neighborhood

Turning to the right, Kerry walked on for some distance, and then suddenly stepped into the entrance to a

A conviction had been growing upon him during the past twelve hours that someone was persistently and

cleverly dogging his footsteps. He had first detected the presence of this mysterious follower outside the

house of Sin Sin Wa, but the density of the fog had made it impossible for him to obtain a glimpse of the

man's face. He was convinced, too, that he had been followed back to Leman Street, and from there to New

Scotland Yard. Now, again he became aware of this persistent presence, and hoped at last to confront the spy.

Below footsteps, the footsteps of someone proceeding with the utmost caution, came along the pavement.

Kerry stood close to the wall of the court, one hand in a pocket of his overall, waiting and chewing.

Nearer came the footstepsand nearer. A shadowy figure appeared only a yard or so away from the watchful

With one surprising spring he hurled himself upon the unprepared man, grasped him by his coat collar, and

The ray of the torch lighted up the mean, pinched face of Brisley, blanched now by fright, gleamed upon the

sharp, hooked nose and into the cunning little brown eyes. Brisley licked his lips. In Kerry's muscular grip he

"Ho, ho!" continued the Chief Inspector, showing his teeth savagely. "So we let Scotland Yard make the pie,

He shook the frightened man until Brisley's broadbrimmed bowler was shaken off, revealing the receding

"We let Scotland Yard work night and day, and then we present our ratfaced selves to Mr. Monte Irvin and

say we have 'found the lady' do we?" Another vigorous shake followed. "We track Chief Inspectors of the

Criminal Investigation Department, do we? We do, eh? We are dirty, skulking mongrels, aren't we? We

require to be kicked from Limehouse to Paradise, don't we?" He suddenly released Brisley. "So we shall be!"

Brisley sent up a howl of pain as Kerry's right brogue came into violent contact with his person. The assault

almost lifted him off his feet, and hatless as he was he set off, running as a man runs whose life depends upon

his speed. The sound of his pattering footsteps was echoed from wall to wall of the culdesac until finally it

Kerry stood listening for some moments, then, directing a furious kick upon the bowler which lay at his feet,

he snapped off the light of the torch and pursued his way. The lesser mystery was solved, but the greater was

He had made a careful study of the geography of the neighborhood, and although the fog was still dense

enough to be confusing, he found his way without much difficulty to the street for which he was bound.

Some fifteen paces along the narrow thoroughfare he came upon someone standing by a closed door set in a

high brick wall. The street contained no dwelling houses, and except for the solitary figure by the door was

deserted and silent. Kerry took out his torch and shone a white ring upon the smiling countenance of

"If that smile gets any worse," he said irritably, "they'll have to move your ears back. Anything to report?"

The street in which this conversation took place was one running roughly parallel with that in which the

house of Sin Sin Wa was situated. A detailed search of the Chinaman's premises had failed to bring to light

any scrap of evidence to show that opium had ever been smoked there. Of the door described by Mollie

Gretna, and said to communicate with the adjoining establishment, not a trace could be found. But the fact

that such a door had existed did not rest solely upon Mollie's testimony. From one of the "beatups"

Inquiries conducted in the neighborhood of Poplar had brought to light the fact that four of the houses in this

particular street, including that occupied by Sin Sin Wa and that adjoining it, belonged to a certain Mr.

Jacobs, said to reside abroad. Mr. Jacob's rents were collected by an estate agent, and sent to an address in

San Francisco. For some reason not evident to this man of business, Mr. Jacobs demanded a rental for the

house next to Sin Sin Wa's, which was out of all proportion to the value of the property. Hence it had

remained vacant for a number of years. The windows were broken and boarded up, as was the door.

Kerry realized that the circumstance of the landlord of "The House of a Hundred Raptures" being named

Jacobs, and the lessee of the Cubanis Cigarette Company's premises in old Bond Street being named Isaacs,

might be no more than a coincidence. Nevertheless it was odd. He had determined to explore the place

Two modes of entrance presented themselves. There was a trap on the roof, but in order to reach it access

would have to be obtained to one of the other houses in the row, which also possessed a rooftrap; or there

By means of a short ladder which Coombes had brought for the purpose Kerry climbed on to the wall and

Coombes, also mounting, dropped the required implement. Kerry caught it deftly, and in a very few minutes

had wrenched away the rough planking nailed over one of the lower windows, without making very much

"Shall I come down?" inquired Coombes in muffled tones from the top of the wall.

"No," rapped Kerry. "Hide the ladder again. If I want help I'll whistle. Catch!"

He tossed the jemmy up to Coombes, and Coombes succeeded in catching it. Then Kerry raised the

glassclasslessless sash of the window and stepped into a little room, which he surveyed by the light of his

electric torch. It was filthy and littered with rubbish, but showed no sign of having been occupied for a long

time. The ceiling was nearly black, and so were the walls. He went out into a narrow passage similar to that

Walking quietly, he began to ascend. Mollie Gretna's description of the opiumhouse had been most detailed

Resting his torch upon a dustcoated ledge of the room, which presumably was situated in the front of the

house, he deposited a cud of chewinggum in the empty grate and lovingly selected a fresh piece from the

packet which he always carried. Once more chewing he returned to the narrow passage, which he knew must

It was uncarpeted and dirty, and the walls were covered with faded filthy paper, the original color and design

of which were quite lost. There was not the slightest evidence that a door had ever existed in any part of the

wall. Following a detailed examination Kerry returned his magnifying glass to the washleather bag and the

"H'm," he said, thinking aloud, "Sin Sin Wa may have only one eye, but it's a good eye."

He raised his glance to the blackened ceiling of the passage, and saw that the trap giving access to the roof

was situated immediately above him. He directed the ray of the torch upon it. In the next moment he had

snapped off the light and was creeping silently towards the door of the front room.

Gaining the doorway, Kerry stood just inside the room and waited. He became conscious of a kind of joyous

excitement, which claimed him at such moments; an eagerness and a lust of action. But he stood perfectly

There came a faint creaking sound, and a new damp chilliness was added to the stale atmosphere of the

Cutting through the blackness like a scimitar shone a ray of light from above, widening as it descended and

ending in a white patch on the floor. It was moved to and fro. Then it disappeared. Another vague creaking

sound followedthat caused by a man's weight being imposed upon a wooden framework.

Complete silence ensued. Kerry waited, muscles tense and brain alert. He even suspended the chewing

From the quality of the thud which had told of the intruder's drop from the trap to the floor, Kerry had

deduced that he wore rubbersoled shoes. Now, the sound which he could hear was that of the stranger's

Just behind the open door Kerry waited. And unheralded by any further sound to tell of his approach, the

intruder suddenly shone a ray of light right into the room. He was on the threshold; only the door concealed

The disc of light cast into the dirty room grew smaller. The man with the torch was entering. A hand which

grasped a magazine pistol appeared beyond the edge of the door, and Kerry's period of inactivity came to an

end. Leaning back he adroitly kicked the weapon from the hand of the man who held it!

There was a smothered cry of pain, and the pistol fell clattering on the floor. The light went out, too. As it

vanished Kerry leapt from his hidingplace. Snapping on the light of his own pocket lamp, he ran out into the

Kerry dropped flat on the floor. He had not counted on the intruder being armed with two pistols! His pocket

lamp, still alight, fell beside him, and he lay in a curiously rigid attitude on his side, one knee drawn up and

Carefully avoiding the path of light cast by the fallen torch, the unseen stranger approached silently. Pistol in

hand, he bent, nearer and nearer, striving to see the face of the prostrate man. Kerry lay deathly still. The

Swiftly as a lash Kerry's arm was whipped around the man's neck, and helpless he pitched over on to his

"Flames!" muttered the Chief Inspector, extricating himself; "I didn't mean to break his neck."

He took up the electric torch, and shone it upon the face of the man on the floor. It was a dirty, unshaven face,

unevenly tanned, as though the man had worn a beard until quite recently and had come from a hot climate.

He was attired in a manner which suggested that he might be a ship's fireman save that he wore canvas shoes

Kerry stood watching him for some moments. Then he groped behind him with one foot until he found the

pistol, the second pistol which the man had dropped as he pitched on his skull. Kerry picked it up, and resting

the electric torch upon the crown of his neat bowler hat which lay upon the floorhe stooped, pistol in

hand, and searched the pockets of the prostrate man, who had begun to breathe stertorously. In the breast

pocket he found a leather wallet of good quality; and at this he stared, a curious expression coming into his

fierce eyes. He opened it, and found Treasury notes, some officiallooking papers, and a number of cards.

"I'm glad you spoke, Chief Inspector Kerry," drawled a vaguely familiar voice. "I was just about to kick you

Kerry dropped the wallet and grasped the proffered hand. "719" stood up, smiling grimly. Footsteps were

"Sir," said Kerry, "if ever you need a testimonial to your efficiency at this game, my address is Sixtyseven

"We have, Chief Inspector," was the reply. "We met at Kazmah's, and later at a certain gambling den in

In a top back room of the end house in the street which also boasted the residence of Sin Sin Wa, Seton Pasha

and Chief Inspector Kerry sat one on either side of a dirty deal table. Seton smoked and Kerry chewed. A

"It is certainly odd," Seton was saying, "that you failed to break my neck. But I have made it a practice since

taking up my residence here to wear a cap heavily padded. I apprehend sandbags and pieces of loaded

"The tube is not made," declared Kerry, "which can do the job. You're harder to kill than a ChineseJew."

"Your own escape is almost equally remarkable," added Seton. "I rarely miss at such short range. But you had

"I'm sorry," said Kerry. "You should always bang a door wide open suddenly before you enter into a

"Well, sir, we've laid our cards on the table, and you'll admit we've both got a lot to learn before we see

daylight. I'll be obliged if you'll put me wise to your game. I take it you began work on the very night of the

"I did. By a pure accidentthe finding of an opiated cigarette in Mr. Gray's roomsI perceived that the

business which had led to my recall from the East was involved in the Bond Street mystery. Frankly, Chief

Inspector, I doubted at that time if it were possible for you and me to work together. I decided to work alone.

A beard which I had worn in the East, for purposes of disguise, I shaved off; and because the skin was whiter

where the hair had grown than elsewhere, I found it necessary after shaving to powder my face heavily. This

accounts for the description given to you of a man with a pale face. Even now the coloring is irregular, as you

"Deciding to work anonymously, I went post haste to Lord Wrexhorough and made certain arrangements

whereby I became known to the responsible authorities as 719. The explanation of these figures is a simple

one. My name is Greville Seton. G is the seventh letter in the alphabet, and S the nineteenth;

"The increase of the drug traffic and the failure of the police to cope with it had led to the institution of a

Home office inquiry, you see. It was suspected that the traffic was in the hands of orientals, and in looking

about for a confidential agent to make certain inquiries my name cropped up. I was at that time employed by

the Foreign office, but Lord Wrexborough borrowed me." Seton smiled at his own expression. "Every facility

was offered to me, as you know. And that my investigations led me to the same conclusion as your own, my

presence as lessee of this room, in the person of John Smiles, seaman, sufficiently demonstrates."

"H'm," said Kerry, "and I take it your investigations have also led you to the conclusion that our hands are

"Personally, I never doubted this, Chief Inspector," he declared. "I believed, and I still believe, that the people

who traffic in drugs are clever enough to keep in the good books of the local police. It is a case of clever

"Ah," snapped Kerry. "I was waiting to hear you mention it. So long as we know. I'm not a man that stands

for being pointed at. I've got a boy at a good public school, but if ever he said he was ashamed of his father,

"Let us see," he said, "if we are any nearer to the heart of the mystery of Kazmah. You were at the Regent

Street bank today, I understand, at which the late Sir Lucien Pyne had an account?"

"I was," replied Kerry. "Next to his theatrical enterprises his chief source of income seems to have been a

certain Jose Santos Company, of Buenos Ayres. We've traced Kazmah's account, too. But no one at the bank

has ever seen him. The missing Rashid always paid in. Checks were signed 'Mohammed elKazmah,' in

which name the account had been opened. From the amount standing to his credit there it's evident that the

"Well," rapped Kerry, "I think the same as you. I've got two eyes and I can see out of both of them."

"Right!" cried Seton. "I feel sure of it. We may never know how it was all arranged or who was concerned,

but I am convinced that Mr. Isaacs, lessee of the Cubanis Cigarette Company offices, Mr. Jacobs (my

landlord!), Mohammed elKazmahwhoever he may bethe untraceable Mrs. Sin Sin Wa, and another,

"The significance of the fact that Sir Lucien's study window was no more than forty paces across the leads

from a welloiled window of the Cubanis Company will not have escaped you," said Seton. "I performed the

journey just ahead of you, I believe. Then Sir Lucien had lived in Buenos Ayres; that was before he came into

the title, and at a time, I am told, when he was not overburdened with wealth. His man, Mareno, is

indisputably some kind of a South American, and he can give no satisfactory account of his movements on

"That we have to deal with a powerful drug syndicate there can be no doubt. The late Sir Lucien may not

have been a director, but I feel sure he was financially interested. Kazmah's was the distributing office, and

"Was Sin Sin Wa!" cried Kerry, his eyes gleaming savagely. "He's as clever and cunning as all the rest of

Chinatown put together. Somewhere not a hundred miles from this spot where we are now there's a store of

"And there's something else," said Seton quietly, knocking a cone of grey ash from his cheroot on to the dirty

floor. "Kazmah is hiding there in all probability, if he hasn't got clear awayand Mrs. Monte Irvin is being

"For Irvin's sake I hope not, Chief Inspector. There are two very curious points in the caseapart from the

mystery which surrounds the man Kazmah: the fact that Mareno, palpably an accomplice, stayed to face the

music, and the fact that Sin Sin Wa likewise has made no effort to escape. Do you see what it means? They

are covering the big manKazmah. Once he and Mrs. Irvin are out of the way, we can prove nothing against

Mareno and Sin Sin Wa! And the most we could do for Mrs. Sin would be to convict her of selling opium."

"To do even that we should have to take a witness to court," said Kerry gloomily; "and all the satisfaction

Silence fell between them again. It was that kind of sympathetic silence which is only possible where

harmony exists; and, indeed, of all the things strange and bizarre which characterized the inquiry, this sudden

amity between Kerry and Seton Pasha was not the least remarkable. It represented the fruit of a mutual

There was something about the lean, unshaven face of Seton Pasha, and something, too, in his bright grey

eyes which, allowing for difference of coloring, might have reminded a close observer of Kerry's fierce

countenance. The tokens of iron determination and utter indifference to danger were perceptible in both. And

although Seton was dark and turning slightly grey, while Kerry was as red as a man well could be, that they

possessed several common traits of character was a fact which the dissimilarity of their complexions wholly

failed to conceal. But while Seton Pasha hid the grimness of his nature beneath a sort of humorous reserve,

Seated there in that Limehouse attic, a smoky lamp burning on the table between them, and one gripping the

stump of a cheroot between his teeth, while the other chewed steadily, they presented a combination which

"Sin Sin Wa is cunning," said Seton suddenly. "He is a very clever man. Watch him as closely as you like, he

will never lead you to the 'store.' In the character of John Smiles I had some conversation with him this

morning, and I formed the same opinion as yourself. He is waiting for something; and he is certain of his

ground. I have a premonition, Chief Inspector, that whoever else may fall into the net, Sin Sin Wa will slip

"The dope syndicate can only have got control of 'the traffic' in one wayby paying big prices and buying

out competitors. If they cease to carry on for even a week they lose their control. The people who bring the

stuff over from Japan, South America, India, Holland, and so forth will sell somewhere else if they can't sell

to Kazmah and Company. Therefore we want to watch the ships from likely ports, or, better still, get among

the men who do the smuggling. There must be resorts along the riverside used by people of that class. We

"I've got half a dozen good men doing every dive from Wapping to Gravesend," he answered. "But if you

"Well, my dear sir,"Seton Pasha tossed the end of his cheroot into the empty grate"what else can we

"You're right!" he snapped. "We're stuck! But anything's better than nothing. We'll start here and now; and

"That's itDougal's. A danger spot on the Isle of Dogs used by the lowest type of seafaring men and not

barred to Arabs, Chinks, and other gailycolored fowl. If there's any chat going on about dope, we'll hear it in

As the police beat left Limehouse Pier, a clammy southeasterly breeze blowing upstream lifted the fog in

clearly defined layers, an effect very singular to behold. At one moment a great arclamp burning above the

Lavender Pond of the Surrey Commercial Dock shot out a yellowish light across the Thames. Then, as

suddenly as it had come, the light vanished again as a stratum of mist floated before it.

The creaking of the oars sounded muffled and ghostly, and none of the men in the boat seemed to be inclined

to converse. Heading across stream they made for the unseen promontory of the Isle of Dogs. Navigation was

suspended, and they reached midstream without seeing a ship's light. Then came the damp wind again to lift

the fog, and ahead of them they discerned one of the General Steam Navigation Company's boats awaiting an

opportunity to make her dock at the head of Deptford Creek. The clamor of an ironworks on the Millwall

shore burst loudly upon their ears, and away astern the lights of the Surrey Dock shone out once more.

Hugging the bank they pursued a southerly course, and from Limehouse Reach crept down to Greenwich

Fog closed in upon them, a curtain obscuring both light and sound. When the breeze came again it had

gathered force, and it drove the mist before it in wreathing banks, and brought to their ears a dull lowing and

to their nostrils a farmyard odor from the cattle pens. Ghostly flames, leaping and falling, leaping and falling,

Eastward swept the river now, and fresher blew the breeze. As they rounded the blunt point of the "Isle" the

fog banks went swirling past them astern, and the lights on either shore showed clearly ahead. A ship's siren

began to roar somewhere behind them. The steamer which they had passed was about to pursue her course.

Closer inshore drew the boat, passing a series of wharves, and beyond these a tract of waste, desolate bank

very gloomy in the half light and apparently boasting no habitation of man. The activities of the Greenwich

bank seemed remote, and the desolation of the Isle of Dogs very near, touching them intimately with its

A light sprang into view some little distance inland, notable because it shone lonely in an expanse of utter

The police boat was pulled in under a rickety wooden structure, beneath which the Thames water whispered

eerily; and Kerry and Seton disembarked, mounting a short flight of slimy wooden steps and crossing a

roughly planked place on to a shingly slope. Climbing this, they were on damp waste ground, pathless and

"Yes," replied Seton. "But I have formed the opinion that the dope gang is too clever for the ordinary type of

man. Sin Sin Wa is an instance of what I mean. Neither you nor I doubt that he is a receiver of

drugsperhaps the receiver; but where is our case? The only real link connecting him with the WestEnd

habitue is his wife. And she has conveniently deserted him! We cannot possibly prove that she hasn't while

"H'm," grunted Kerry, abruptly changing the subject. "I hope I'm not recognized here."

"Some years ago. Unless there are any old hands on view tonight, I don't think I shall be spotted."

He wore a heavy and threadbare overcoat, which was several sizes too large for him, a muffler, and a weed

capthe outfit supplied by Seton Pasha; and he had a very vivid and unpleasant recollection of his

appearance as viewed in his little pocketmirror before leaving Seton's room. As they proceeded across the

muddy wilderness towards the light which marked the site of Dougal's, they presented a picture of a

The ground was irregular, and the path wound sinuously about mounds of rubbish; so that often the guiding

light was lost, and they stumbled blindly among nondescript litter, which apparently represented the

accumulation of centuries. But finally they turned a corner formed by a stack of rusty scrap iron, and found a

long, low building before them. From a groundfloor window light streamed out upon the fragments of

rubbish strewing the ground, from amid which sickly weeds uprose as if in defiance of nature's laws. Seton

"No," rapped Kerry. "It's a coffeeshop used by the dockers. You'll see when we get inside. The place never

closes so far as I know, and if we made 'em close there would be a dock strike."

He crossed and pushed open the swing door. As Seton entered at his heels, a babel of coarse voices struck

upon his ears and he found himself in a superheated atmosphere suggestive of shag, stale spirits, and

Dougal's proved to be a kind of hut of wood and corrugated iron, not unlike an army canteen. There were two

counters, one at either end, and two large American stoves. Oil lamps hung from the beams, and the furniture

was made up of trestle tables, rough wooden chairs, and empty barrels. Coarse, thick curtains covered all the

windows but one. The counter further from the entrance was laden with articles of food, such as pies, tins of

bullybeef, and "saveloys," while the other was devoted to liquid refreshment in the form of gingerbeer and

The place was uncomfortably crowded; the patrons congregating more especially around the two stoves.

There were men who looked like dock laborers, seamen, and riverside loafers; lascars, Chinese, Arabs, and

dagoes; and at the "solid" counter there presided a redarmed, brawny woman, fierce of mien and ready of

tongue, while a huge Irishman, possessing a broken nose and deficient teeth, ruled the "liquid" department

with a rod of iron and a flow of language which shocked even Kerry. This formidable ruffian, a retired

warrior of the ring, was Dougal, said to be the strongest man from Tower Hill to the River Lea.

As they entered, several of the patrons glanced at them curiously, but no one seemed to be particularly

interested. Kerry wore his cap pulled well down over his fierce eyes, and had the collar of his topcoat turned

He looked about him, as if expecting to recognize someone; and as they made their way to Dougal's counter,

a big fellow dressed in the manner of a dock laborer stepped up to the Chief Inspector and clapped him on the

"George Martin is at the bar. I've had the tip that he 'traffics.' You'll remember he figured in my last report,

Kerry nodded, and the trio elbowed their way to the counter. The pseudodock hand was a detective attached

to Leman Street, and one who knew the night birds of East End London as few men outside their own circles

"Three coffees, Pat," he cried, leaning across the shoulder of a heavy, redheaded fellow who lolled against

"To hell wid yer sugar!" roared Dougal, grasping three cups deftly in one hairy hand and filling them from a

He stooped rapidly below the counter, then pushed the three cups of coffee towards the detective. The latter

A second shilling followed. Dougal swept both coins into a drawer and turned to another customer, who was

also clamoring for coffee. Securing their cups with difficulty, for the redheaded man surlily refused to

budge, they retired to a comparatively quiet spot, and Seton tasted the hot beverage.

"It's a nice position for me," snapped Kerry. "I don't think I would remind you that there's a police station

actually on this blessed island. If there was a dive like Dougal's anywhere West it would be raided as a matter

of course. But to shut Dougal's would be to raise hell. There are two laws in England, sir; one for Piccadilly

and the other for the Isle of Dogs!" He sipped his coffee with appreciation. Jervis looked about him

"That's Georgethe redheaded hooligan against the counter," he said. "He's been liquoring up pretty freely,

and I shouldn't be surprised to find that he's got a job on tonight. He has a skiff beached below here, and I

"Well," Jervis smiled. "There are several lying there if you didn't come in an R.P. boat."

"That doesn't matter," declared Kerry glancing at Seton with a sudden twinkle discernible in his steely eyes.

"I agree with you entirely," replied Seton quietly. "We must find a boat, and lie off somewhere to watch for

"We'll be moving, then," said the Leman Street detective. "It will be high tide in an hour."

They finished their coffee as quickly as possible; the stuff was not far below boilingpoint. Then Jervis

returned the cups to the counter. "Good night, Pat!" he cried, and rejoined Seton and Kerry.

As they came out into the desolation of the scrap heaps, the last traces of fog had disappeared and a steady

breeze came up the river, fresh and salty from the Nore. Jervis led them in a northeasterly direction,

threading a way through pyramids of rubbish, until with the wind in their teeth they came out upon the river

bank at a point where the shore shelved steeply downwards. A number of boats lay on the shingle.

"We're pretty well opposite Greenwich Marshes," said Jervis. "You can just see one of the big gasometers.

"Have you searched it?" rapped Kerry, placing a fresh piece of chewinggum between his teeth.

"I propose," said Seton briskly, "that we borrow one of the other boats and pull down stream to where that

short pier juts out. We can hide behind it and watch for our man. I take it he'll be bound upstream, and the

"Nip across to the wooden stairs," he directed, "and tell Inspector White to stand by, but to keep out of sight.

Jervis turned and disappeared into the mazes of rubbish, as Seton and Kerry grasped the boat and ran it down

into the rising tide. Kerry boarding, Seton thrust it out into the river and climbed in over the stern.

They were being drawn rapidly upstream. But as Kerry seized the oars and began to pull steadily, this

Seton thereupon came to Kerry's assistance, and gradually the dinghy crept upon its course, until, below the

little pier, they found a sheltered spot, where it was possible to run in and lie hidden. As they won this haven:

Immediately above them, where the boats were beached, a man was coming down the slope, carrying a

hurricane lantern. As Kerry and Seton watched, the man raised the lantern and swung it to and fro.

Kerry's teeth snapped savagely together, and he chewed but made no reply, until:

A speck of light in the darkness it showed, a distant moving lantern on the curtain of the night. Although few

would have credited Kerry with the virtue, he was a man of cultured imagination, and it seemed to him, as it

seemed to Seton Pasha, that the dim light symbolized the life of the missing woman, of the woman who

hovered between the gay world from which tragically she had vanished and some Chinese hell upon whose

brink she hovered. Neither of the watchers was thinking of the crime and the criminal, of Sir Lucien Pyne or

Kazmah, but of Mrs. Monte Irvin, mysterious victim of a mysterious tragedy. "Oh, Dan! ye must find her! ye

must find her! Puir weak hairtdinna ye ken how she is suffering!" Clairvoyantly, to Kerry's ears was borne

"The traffic!" he whispered. "If we lose George Martin tonight we deserve to lose the case!"

The grating sound made by a boat thrust out from a shingle beach came to their ears above the whispering of

the tide. A ghostly figure in the dim light, George Martin clambered into his craft and took to the oars.

But for the Greenwich bank the boat was headed; and pulling mightily against the current, the man struck out

into midstream. They watched him for some time, silently, noting how he fought against the tide, sturdily

"I suggest," said Kerry, "that we drift. Once in Limehouse Reach we'll hear him. There are no pleasure parties

"Let us pull out, then. I propose that we wait for him at some convenient point between the West India Dock

"Good," rapped Kerry, thrusting the boat out into the fierce current. "You may have spent a long time in the

Gripped in the strongly running tide they were borne smoothly upstream, using the oars merely for the

purpose of steering. The gloomy mystery of the London river claimed them and imposed silence upon them,

until familiar landmarks told of the northern bend of the Thames, and the light above the Lavender Pond

"There's a wharf ahead," said Seton, looking back over his shoulder. "If we put in beside it we can wait there

They bent to the oars, stealing stroke by stroke out of the grip of the tide, and presently came to a tiny pool

above the wharf structure, where it was possible to lie undisturbed by the eager current.

Those limitations which are common to all humanity and that guile which is peculiar to the Chinese veiled

the fact from their ken that the deserted wharf, in whose shelter they lay, was at once the roof and the

As the boat drew in to the bank, a Chinese boy who was standing on the wharf retired into the shadows. From

a spot visible downstream but invisible to the men in the boat, he signalled constantly with a hurricane

Three men from New Scotland Yard were watching the house of Sin Sin Wa, and Sin Sin Wa had given no

sign of animation since, some hours earlier, he had extinguished his bedroom light. Yet George, drifting

noiselessly upstream, received a signal to the effect "police" while Seton Pasha and Chief Inspector Kerry

lay below the biggest dope cache in London. Seton sometimes swore under his breath. Kerry chewed

At that eerie hour of the night when all things living, from the lowest to the highest, nor excepting Mother

Earth herself, grow chilled, when all Nature's perishable handiwork feels the touch of deatha wild, sudden

cry rang out, a wailing, sorrowful cry, that seemed to come from nowhere, from everywhere, from the bank,

from the stream; that rose and fell and died sobbing into the hushed whisper of the tide.

"If it wasn't a spirit it was a woman," replied Kerry hoarsely; "and a woman very near to her end."

"Kerry!"Seton Pasha had dropped all formality"Kerryif it calls for all the men that Scotland Yard can

muster, we must search every building, down to the smallest rathole in the floor, on this bankand do it by

DetectiveSergeant Coombes and three assistants watched the house of Sin Sin Wa, and any one of the three

would have been prepared to swear "on the Book" that Sin Sin Wa was sleeping. But he who watches a

Chinaman watches an illusionist. He must approach his task in the spirit of a psychical inquirer who seeks to

trap a bogus medium. The great Robert Houdin, one of the master wizards of modern times, quitted Petrograd

by two gates at the same hour according to credible witnesses; but his performance sinks into insignificance

beside that of a Chinese predecessor who flourished under one of the Ming emperors. The palace of this

potentate was approached by gates, each having twelve locks, and each being watched by twelve guards.

Nevertheless a distinguished member of the wizard family not only gained access to the imperial presence but

also departed again unseen by any of the guards, and leaving all the gates locked behind him! If

DetectiveSergeant Coombes had known this story he might not have experienced such complete confidence.

That door of Sin Sin Wa's establishment which gave upon a little backyard was oiled both lock and hinge so

that it opened noiselessly. Like a shadow, like a ghost, Sin Sin Wa crept forth, closing the door behind him.

He carried a sort of canvas kitbag, so that one observing him might have concluded that he was "moving."

Resting his bag against the end wall, he climbed up by means of holes in the neglected brickwork until he

could peer over the top. A faint smell of tobacco smoke greeted him: a detective was standing in the lane

below. Soundlessly, Sin Sin Wa descended again. Raising his bag he lifted it lovingly until it rested upright

upon the top of the wall and against the side of the house. The night was dark and still. Only a confused

From the rubbish amid which he stood, Sin Sin Wa selected a piece of rusty barrelhoop. Cautiously he

mounted upon a wooden structure built against the end wall and raised himself upright, surveying the

prospect. Then he hurled the fragment of iron far along the lane, so that it bounded upon a strip of corrugated

roofing in a yard twice removed from his own, and fell clattering among a neighbor's rubbish.

A short exclamation came from the detective in the lane. He could be heard walking swiftly away in the

direction of the disturbance. And ere he had gone six paces, Sin Sin Wa was bending like an inverted U over

the wall and was lowering his precious bag to the ground. Like a cat he sprang across and dropped noiselessly

"Hello! Who's there?" cried the detective, standing by the wall of the house which Sin Sin Wa had selected as

Sin Sin Wa, bag in hand, trotted, soft of foot, across the lane and into the shadow of the dockbuilding. By

the time that the C.I.D. man had decided to climb up and investigate the mysterious noise, Sin Sin Wa was on

the other side of the canal and rapping gently upon the door of Sam Tuk's hairdressing establishment.

The door was opened so quickly as to suggest that someone had been posted there for the purpose. Sin Sin

The boy who had admitted him took a lamp from under a sort of rough counter and turned to Sin Sin Wa.

"George came with the boat, master, but I signalled to him that the red policeman and the agent who has hired

"They gather men at the head depot and are searching house from house. She who sleeps below awoke and

Sin Sin Wa shuffled across to the cellar stairs, followed by Ah Fung with the lamp. He descended, and,

brushing away the carefully spread coal dust, inserted the piece of bent wire into the crevice and raised the

As the boy replaced the stone trap, Sin Sin Wa struck a match. Then, having the lighted match held in one

hand and carrying the bag in the other, he crept along the low passage to the door of the cache. Dropping the

smouldering matchend, he opened the door and entered that secret warehouse for which so many people

Seated in a cane chair by the oilstove was the shrivelled figure of Sam Tuk, his bald head lolling sideways

so that his big hornrimmed spectacles resembled a figure 8. On the counter was set a ship's lantern. As Sin

No greetings were exchanged, but Sin Sin Wa untied the neck of his kitbag and drew out a large wicker

cage. Thereupon: "Hello! hello!" remarked the occupant drowsily. "Number one p'lice chop lo! Sin Sin

He opened the front of the cage and out stepped the raven onto his wrist. Sin Sin Wa raised his arm and

Placing the empty cage on the counter. Sin Sin Wa plunged his hand down into the bag and drew out the

gleaming wooden joss. This he set beside the cage. With never a glance at the mummy figure of Sam Tuk, he

walked around the counter, raven on shoulder, and grasping the end of the laden shelves, he pulled the last

section smoothly to the left, showing that it was attached to a sliding door. The establishments of Sin Sin Wa

The double purpose of the timbering which had been added to this old storage vault was now revealed. It not

only served to enlarge the storeroom, but also shut off from view a second portion of the cellar, smaller than

the first, and containing appointments which indicated that it was sometimes inhabited.

There was an oilstove in the room, which, like that adjoining it, was evidently unprovided with any proper

means of ventilation. A papershaded lamp hung from the low roof. The floor was covered with matting, and

there were armchairs, a divan and other items of furniture, which had been removed from Mrs. Sin's

sanctum in the dismantled House of a Hundred Raptures. In a recess a bed was placed, and as Sin Sin Wa

Mrs. Sin wore her kimona of embroidered green silk and made a striking picture in that sordid setting. Her

black hair she had dyed a fashionable shade of red. She glanced rapidly across her shoulder at Sin Sin Waa

"So," she said, in Chinese, "you have come at last." Sin Sin Wa smiled. "They watched the old fox," he

"Suppose they are keener than you think?" she said. "Are you sure you have not led themhere?"

"The snail may not pursue the hawk," murmured Sin Sin Wa; "nor the eye of the bat follow his flight."

"Yes, yes, my little friend," crooned Sin Sin Wa, "very soon now you shall see the paddyfields of HoNan

"Pah!" said Mrs. Sin. "Muchvery muchyou care about the paddyfields of HoNan, and little, oh, very

"All are complete. With those dollars for which I care not, a man might buy the worldif he had but enough

of the dollars. You are well known in Poplar as 'Mrs. Jacobs,' and your identity is easily establishedas

'Mrs. Jacobs.' You join the Mahratta at the Albert Dock. I have bought you a post as stewardess."

With slow and shuffling steps Sin Sin Wa approached. He continued to smile, but his glittering eye held even

less of mirth than usual. Tucking his hands into his sleeves, he stood and looked downat Rita Irvin.

Her face had acquired a waxen quality, but some of her delicate coloring still lingered, lending her a ghastly

and masklike aspect. Her nostrils and lips were blanched, however, and possessed a curiously pinched

appearance. It was impossible to detect the fact that she breathed, and her long lashes lay motionless upon her

"Yes," he murmured, "she is beautiful. But women are like adder's eggs. He is a fool who warms them in his

bosom." He turned his slow regard upon Mrs. Sin. "You have stained your hair to look even as hers. It was

discreet, my wife. But one is beautiful and manyshadowed like a copper vase, and the other is like a winter

sunset on the poppyfields. You remind me of the angry red policeman, and I tremble."

"Tremble as much as you like," said Mrs. Sin scornfully, "but do something, think; don't leave everything to

me. She screamed tonight and someone heard her. They are searching the river bank from door to door."

"Lo!" murmured Sin Sin Wa, "even this I had learned, nor failed to heed the beating of a distant drum. And

"Tchee, tchee," crooned Sin Sin Wa, his voice sinking lower and lower and his eye nearly closing. "But still

"Soso. Yet she, so bloodless and nerveless, unmasked the secret of Kazmah, and she, so bloodless and

"Yes, yes!" she said in sibilant Chinese. "She is a robber, a thief, a murderess." She bent over the unconscious

woman, her jewelladen fingers crooked and menacing. "With my bare hands I would strangle her, but"

"There must be no marks of violence when she is found in the river. Tchee, cheeit is a pity."

"Number one p'lice chop, lo!" croaked the raven, following this remark with the policewhistle imitation.

"Why do you bring that evil, croaking thing here?" she demanded. "Have we not enough risks?"

"Too many," he murmured. "For failure is nothing but the taking of seven risks when six were enough.

Comelet us settle our affairs. The 'Jacobs' account is closed, but it is only a question of hours or days

before the police learn that the wharf as well as the house belongs to someone of that name. We have drawn

our last dollar from the traffic, my wife. Our stock we are resigned to lose. So let us settle our affairs."

Having her husband's dressinggown over her night attire, and her usually neat hair in great disorder, she

stood just within the doorway of the little diningroom at Spenser Road, her face haggard and the fey light in

her eyes. Kerry, seated in the armchair dressed as he had come in from the street, a parody of his neat self

with mud on his shoes and streaks of green slime on his overall, raised his face from his hands and stared at

"I awakened wi' a cry at some hour afore the dawn," she whispered stretching out her hands and looking like

a wildeyed prophetess of old. "My hairt beat sair fast and then grew caud. I droppit on my knees and prayed

"I nearly was," said Kerry, a faint spark of his old truculency lighting up the weary eyes. "The man from

"'Twas the miracle o' prayer, Dan," declared his wife in a low, awestricken voice. "For as I prayed, a great

comfort came to me an' a great peace. The second sight was wi' me, Dan, and I saw, no' yersel' whereby I

seemed to ken that ye were safebut a puir dying soul stretched on a bed o' sorrow. At the fuit o' the bed

was standing a fearsome figure o' a manyellow and wicked, wi' his hands tuckit in his sleeves. I thought

'twas a veesion that was opening up tee me and that a' was about to be made clear, when as though a curtain

had been droppit before my een, it went awe' an' I kenned it nae more; but plainplain, I heerd the howling

"The howling o' a sma' dog," declared his wife; "and I thought 'twas a portent, an' the great fear came o'er me

again. But as I prayed 'twas unfolder to me that the portent was no' for yersel' but for herthe puir weak

She ceased speaking and the strange fey light left her eyes. She dropped upon her knees beside Kerry,

bending her head and throwing her arms about him. He glanced down at her tenderly and laid his hands upon

her shoulders; but he was preoccupied, and the next moment, his jaws moving mechanically, he was staring

Mary Kerry did not move; until, a light of understanding coming into Kerry's fierce eyes, he slowly raised her

"I have it!" he said. "Mary, the case is won! Twenty men have spent the night and early morning beating the

river bank so that the very rats have been driven from their holes. Twenty men have failed where a dog would

Weary as he was and travelstained, for once neglectful of that neatness upon which he prided himself, he set

out, hope reborn in his heart. His assertion that the very rats had been driven from their holes was scarce an

exaggeration. A searchparty of twenty men, hastily mustered and conducted by Kerry and Seton Pasha, had

explored every house, every shop, every wharf, and, as Kerry believed, every cellar adjoining the bank,

between Limehouse Basin and the dock gates. Where access had been denied them or where no one had

resided they had never hesitated to force an entrance. But no trace had they found of those whom they sought.

For the first time within Kerry's memory, or, indeed, within the memory of any member of the Criminal

Investigation Department, DetectiveSergeant Coombes had ceased to smile when the appalling truth was

revealed to him that Sin Sin Wa had vanishedthat Sin Sin Wa had mysteriously joined that invisible

company which included Kazmah, Mrs. Sin and Mrs. Monte Irvin. Not a word of reprimand did the Chief

Inspector utter, but his eyes seemed to emit sparks. Hands plunged deeply in his pockets he had turned away,

Kerry began to regard the oneeyed Chinaman with a superstitious fear which he strove in vain to stifle. That

any man could have succeeded in converting a chandukhan such as that described by Mollie Gretna into a

filthy deserted dwelling such as that visited by Kerry, within the space of some thirtysix hours, was well

nigh incredible. But the Chief Inspector had deduced (correctly) that the exotic appointments depicted by

Mollie were all of a detachable naturemerely masking the filthiness beneath; so that at the shortest notice

the House of a Hundred Raptures could be dismantled. The communicating door was a larger proposition, but

that it was one within the compass of Sin Sin Wa its effectual disappearance sufficiently demonstrated.

Doubtless (Kerry mused savagely) the appointments of the opiumhouse had been smuggled into that

magically hidden cache which now concealed the conjurer Sin Sin Wa as well as the other members of the

Kazmah company. How any man of flesh and blood could have escaped from a sixroomed house

surrounded by detectives surpassed Kerry's powers of imagination. How any apartment large enough to

contain a mouse, much less half a dozen human beings, could exist anywhere within the area covered by the

searchparty he failed to understand, nor was he prepared to admit it humanly possible.

Kerry chartered a taxicab by Brixton Town Hall and directed the man to drive to Princes Gate. To the curious

glances of certain of his neighbors who had never before seen the Chief Inspector otherwise than a model of

cleanliness and spruceness he was indifferent. But the manner in which the taxidriver looked him up and

down penetrated through the veil of abstraction which hitherto had rendered Kerry impervious to all external

"Give me another look like that, my lad," he snapped furiously, "and I'll bash your head through your blasted

A ready retort trembled upon the cabman's tongue, but a glance into the savage blue eyes reduced him to

fearful silence. Kerry entered the cab and banged the door; and the man drove off positively trembling with

Deep in reflection the Chief Inspector was driven westward through the early morning traffic. Fine rain was

falling, and the streets presented that curiously drab appearance which only London streets can present in all

its dreary perfection. Workers bound Cityward fought for places inside trams and buses. A hundred human

comedies and tragedies were to be witnessed upon the highways; but to all of them Kerry was blind as he was

deaf to the din of workaday Babylon. In spirit he was roaming the bank of old Father Thames where the river

sweeps eastward below Limehouse Causewaywonderstricken before the magic of the oneeyed wizard

who could at will efface himself as an artist rubs out a drawing, who could camouflage a drug warehouse so

successfully that human skill, however closely addressed to the task, failed utterly to detect its whereabouts.

Above the discord of the busy streets he heard again and again that cry in the night which had come from a

hapless prisoner whom they were powerless to succor. He beat his cane upon the floor of the cab and swore

savagely and loudly. The intimidated cabman, believing these demonstrations designed to urge him to a

greater speed, performed feats of driving calculated to jeopardize his license. But still the savage passenger

stamped and cursed, so that the cabby began to believe that a madman was seated behind him.

At the corner of Kennington Oval Kerry was effectually aroused to the realities. A little runabout car passed

his cab, coming from a southerly direction. Proceeding at a rapid speed it was lost in the traffic ahead.

Unconsciously Kerry had glanced at the occupants and had recognized Margaret Halley and Seton Pasha. The

old spirit of rivalry between himself and the man from Whitehall leapt up hotly within Kerry's breast.

As a matter of fact, Seton Pasha, acting upon a suggestion of Margaret's had been to Brixton Prison to

interview Juan Mareno who lay there under arrest. Contents bills announcing this arrest as the latest public

development in the Bond Street murder case were to be seen upon every newstand; yet the problem of that

which had brought Seton to the south of London was one with which Kerry grappled in vain. He had parted

from the Home office agent in the early hours of the morning, and their parting had been one of mutual

It was a coincidence which a student of human nature might have regarded as significant, that whereas Kerry

had taken his troubles home to his wife, Seton Pasha had sought inspiration from Margaret Halley; and

whereas the guidance of Mary Kerry had led the Chief Inspector to hurry in quest of Rita Irvin's spaniel, the

result of Seton's interview with Margaret had been an equally hurried journey to the big jail.

Unhappily Seton had failed to elicit the slightest information from the saturnine Mareno. Unmoved alike by

So, while the authorities worked feverishly and all England reading of the arrest of Mareno inquired

indignantly, "But who is Kazmah, and where is Mrs. Monte Irvin?" Sin Sin Wa placidly pursued his

arrangements for immediate departure to the paddyfields of HoNan, and sometimes in the weird crooning

voice with which he addressed the raven he would sing a monotonous chant dealing with the valley of the

Yellow River where the opiumpoppy grows. Hidden in the cunning vault, the search had passed above him;

and watchful on a quay on the Surrey shore whereto his dinghy was fastened, George Martin awaited the

signal which should tell him that Kazmah and Company were ready to leave. Any time after dark he expected

At the very hour that Kerry was hastening to Princes Gate, Sin Sin Wa sat before the stove in the drug cache,

the greeneyed joss upon his knee. With a fragment of chamois leather he lovingly polished the leering idol,

crooning softly to himself and smiling his mirthless smile. Perched upon his shoulder the raven studied this

operation with apparent interest, his solitary eye glittering beadlike. Upon the opposite side of the stove sat

the ancient Sam Tuk and at intervals of five minutes or more he would slowly nod his hairless head.

The sliding door which concealed the inner room was partly open, and from the opening there shone forth a

dim red light, cast by the papershaded lamp which illuminated the place. The coarse voice of the

CubanJewess rose and fell in a ceaseless halfmuttered soliloquy, indescribably unpleasant but to which Sin

Propped up amid cushions on the divan which once had formed part of the furniture of the House of a

Hundred Raptures, Mrs. Sin was smoking opium. The long bamboo pipe had fallen from her listless fingers,

and her dark eyes were partly glazed. Buddhalike immobility was claiming her, but it had not yet effaced

that expression of murderous malice with which the smoker contemplated the unconscious woman who lay

As the moments passed the eyes of Mrs. Sin grew more and more glazed. Her harsh voice became softened,

"Two pipes are nothing to Cy," she murmured. "He smokes five. But you are not going to smoke?"

"Something has changed you," she sighed. "You are differentlately. You have lots of money now. Your

Slightlyever so slightlythe red lips curled upwards. No sound of life came from the woman lying white

and still in the bed. But through the partly open door crept snatches of Sin Sin Wa's crooning melody.

"Yet once," she murmured, "yet once I seemed beautiful to you, Lucy. For La Belle Lola you forgot that

English pride." She laughed softly. "You forgot Sin Sin Wa. If there had been no Lola you would never have

escaped from Buenos Ayres with your life, my Lucy. You forgot that English pride, and did not ask me

"NoI do not reproach you, my dear," she whispered. "You have paid me back a thousand fold, and Sin Sin

Wa, the old fox, grows rich and fat. Today we hold the traffic in our hands, Lucy. The old fox cares only for

his money. Before it is too late let us goyou and I. Do you remember Havana, and the two months of

heaven we spent there? Oh, let us go back to Havana, Lucy. Kazmah has made us rich. Let Kazmah die. . . .

"Very likely," she murmured; "very likely I know why you don't smoke. You have promised your pretty little

friend that you will stay awake and see that nobody tries to cut her sweet white throat."

She paused momentarily, then muttered something rapidly in Spanish, followed by a short, guttural phrase in

"Why do you bring her to the house?" she whispered hoarsely. "And you brought her to Kazmah's. Ah! I see.

The Buddhalike face became suddenly contorted, and as suddenly grew placid again.

"I know! I know!" Mrs. Sin muttered harshly. "Do you think I am blind! If she had been like any of the

others, do you suppose it would have mattered to me? But you respect heryou respect. . . ." Her voice died

away to an almost inaudible whisper: "I don't believe you. You are telling me lies. But you have always told

me lies; one more does not matter, I suppose. . . . How strong you are. You have hurt my wrists. You will

"And I do as you wishI do as you wish. How can I keep her from it except by making the price so high that

she cannot afford to buy it? I tell you I do it. I bargain for the pink and white boy, Quentin, because I want

her to be indebted to himbecause I want her to be so sorry for him that she lets him take her away from

Silence fell upon the drugged speaker. Sin Sin Wa could be heard crooning softly about the Yellow River and

the mountain gods who sent it sweeping down through the valleys where the opiumpoppy grows.

Her voice changed eerily to a deep, mocking bass; and Rita Irvin lying, a pallid wraith of her once lovely self,

upon the untidy bed, stirred slightlyher lashes quivering. Her eyes opened and stared straightly upward at

Rita Irvin's awakening was no awakening in the usually accepted sense of the word; it did not even represent

a lifting of the veil which cut her off from the world, but no more than a momentary perception of the

existence of such a veil and of the existence of something behind it. Upon the veil, in grey smoke, the name

"Kazmah" was written in moving characters. Beyond the veil, dimly divined, was life.

As of old the victims of the Inquisition, waking or dreaming, beheld ever before them the instrument of their

torture, so before this woman's racked and halfnumbed mind panoramically passed, an endless pageant, the

incidents of the night which had cut her off from living men and women. She tottered on the borderline

which divides sanity from madness. She was learning what Sir Lucien had meant when, once, long long ago,

in some remote time when she was young and happy and had belonged to a living world, he had said "a day

is sure to come." It had come, that "day." It had dawned when she had torn the veil before Kazmahand that

veil had enveloped her ever since. All that had preceded the fatal act was blotted out, blurred and indistinct;

all that had succeeded it lived eternally, passing, an endless pageant, before her tortured mind.

The horror of the moment when she had touched the hands of the man seated in the big ebony chair was of

such kind that no subsequent terrors had supplanted it. For those long, slim hands of the color of old ivory

were cold, rigid, lifelessthe hands of a corpse! Thus the pageant began, and it continued as hereafter,

Rita uttered a wild cry of horror and loathing, shrinking back from the thing which sat in the ebony chair. She

felt that consciousness was slipping from her; felt herself falling, and shrieked to know herself helpless and

alone with Kazmah. She groped for support, but found none; and, moaning, she sank down, and was

A voice awakened her. Someone knelt beside her in the darkness, supporting her; someone who spoke wildly,

despairingly, but with a strange, emotional reverence curbing the passion in his voice.

"Ritamy Rita! What have they done to you? Speak to me. . . . Oh God! Spare her to me. . . . Let her hate

me for ever, but spare herspare her. Rita, speak to me! I tried, heaven hear me, to save you little girl. I only

She felt herself being lifted gently, tenderly. And as though the man's passionate entreaty had called her back

Sir Lucien was supporting her, and she found it hard to credit the fact that it was he, the hard, nonchalant man

"Thank God," he said huskily, "she is alive. Lean against me and try to stand up. We must get away from

Rita managed to stand upright, clinging wildly to Sir Lucien. A square, vaguely luminous opening became

visible to her. Against it, silhouetted, she could discern part of the outline of Kazmah's chair. She drew back,

He pushed open a door, and through it shone the same vague light which she had seen in the opening behind

the chair. Sir Lucien spoke rapidly in a language which sounded like Spanish. He was answered by a perfect

A shriek of rage, of frenzy, came out of the darkness. Rita felt that consciousness was about to leave her

again. She swayed forward dizzily, and a figure which seemed to belong to deliriuma lithe shadow out of

In order to have repelled the attack, Sir Lucien would have had to release Rita, who was clinging to him,

weak and terrorstricken. Instead he threw himself before her. . . . She saw the knife enter his shoulder. . . .

Through absolute darkness she sank down into a land of chaotic nightmare horrors. Great bells clanged

maddeningly. Impish hands plucked at her garments, dragged her hair. She was hurried this way and that,

bruised, torn, and tossed helpless upon a sea of liquid brass. Through vast avenues lined with yellow,

immobile Chinese faces she was borne upon a bier. Oblique eyes looked into hers. Knives which glittered

greenly in the light of lamps globular and suspended in immeasurable space, were hurled at her in showers. . .

Sir Lucien stood before her, supporting her; and all the knives buried themselves in his body. She tried to cry

A Chinaman was bending over her. His hands were tucked in his loose sleeves. He smiled, and his smile was

hideous but friendly. He was strangely like Sin Sin Wa, save that he did not lack an eye.

Rita found herself lying in an untidy bed in a room laden with opium fumes and dimly lighted. On a table

beside her were the remains of a meal. She strove to recall having partaken of food, but was unsuccessful. . . .

There came a blankthen a sharp, stabbing pain in her right arm. She thought it was the knife, and shrieked

Years seemingly elapsed, years of agony spent amid oblique eyes which floated in space unattached to any

visible body, amid reeking fumes and sounds of ceaseless conflict. Once she heard the cry of some bird, and

thought it must be the parakeet which eternally sat on a branch of a lonely palm in the heart of the Great

Sahara. . . . Then, one night, when she lay shrinking from the plucking yellow hands which reached out of the

"Tell me your dream," boomed a deep, mocking voice; "and I will read its portent!"

She opened her eyes. She lay in the untidy bed in the room which was laden with the fumes of opium. She

"Why do you come to me with your stories of desperation?" continued the mocking voice. "You have insisted

On a divan at the other end of the place, propped up by a number of garish cushions, Rita beheld Mrs. Sin.

The long bamboo pipe had fallen from her listless fingers. Her face wore an expression of mystic rapture, like

In the other corner of the divan, contemplating her from under heavy brows, sat Kazmah. . . .

Chinatown was being watched as Chinatown had never been watched before, even during the most stringent

enforcement of the Defence of the Realm Act. K Division was on its mettle, and Scotland Yard had sent to

aid Chief Inspector Kerry every man that could be spared to the task. The River Police, too, were aflame with

zeal; for every officer in the service whose work lay east of London Bridge had appropriated to himself the

"Corners" in foodstuffs, metals, and other indispensable commodities are appreciated by every man, because

every man knows such things to exist; but a corner in drugs was something which the East End police

authorities found very difficult to grasp. They could not free their minds of the traditional idea that every

second Chinaman in the Causeway was a small importer. They were seeking a hundred lesser stores instead

of one greater one. Not all Seton's quiet explanations nor Kerry's savage language could wean the higher local

officials from their ancient beliefs. They failed to conceive the idea of a wealthy syndicate conducted by an

educated Chinaman and backed, covered, and protected by a crooked gentleman and accomplished man of

Perhaps they knew and perhaps they knew not, that during the period ruled by D.O.R.A. as much as L25 was

paid by habitues for one pipe of chandu. The power of gold is often badly estimated by an official whose

horizon is marked by a pension. This is mere lack of imagination, and no more reflects discredit upon a man

than lack of hair on his crown or of color in his cheeks. Nevertheless, it may prove very annoying.

Towards the close of an afternoon which symbolized the worst that London's particular climate can do in the

matter of drizzling rain and gloom, Chief Inspector Kerry, carrying an irritable toy spaniel, came out of a

turning which forms a V with Limehouse Canal, into a narrow street which runs parallel with the Thames. He

had arrived at the conclusion that the neighborhood was sown so thickly with detectives that one could not

throw a stone without hitting one. Yet Sin Sin Wa had quietly left his abode and had disappeared from

Three times within the past ten minutes the spaniel had tried to bite Kerry, nor was Kerry blind to the

amusement which his burden had occasioned among the men of K Division whom he had met on his travels.

Finally, as he came out into the riverside lane, the illtempered little animal essayed a fourth, and successful,

Kerry hooked his finger into the dog's collar, swung the yapping animal above his head, and hurled it from

He tenderly sucked his wounded wrist, and picking up his cane, which he had dropped, he looked about him

and swore savagely. Of Seton Pasha he had had news several times during the day, and he was aware that the

Home office agent was not idle. But to that old rivalry which had leapt up anew when he had seen Seton near

Kennington oval had succeeded a sort of despair; so that now he would have welcomed the information that

Seton had triumphed where he had failed. A furious hatred of the oneeyed Chinaman around whom he was

convinced the mystery centred had grown up within his mind. At that hour he would gladly have resigned his

post and sacrificed his pension to know that Sin Sin Wa was under lock and key. His outlook was official,

and accordingly peculiar. He regarded the murder of Sir Lucien Pyne and the flight or abduction of Mrs.

Monte Irvin as mere minor incidents in a case wherein Sin Sin Wa figured as the chief culprit. Nothing had

acted so powerfully to bring about this conviction in the mind of the Chief Inspector as the inexplicable

disappearance of the Chinaman under circumstances which had apparently precluded such a possibility.

A whimpering cry came to Kerry's ears; and because beneath the mask of ferocity which he wore a humane

man was concealed: "Flames!" he snapped; "perhaps I've broken the poor little devil's leg."

Shaking a cascade of water from the brim of his neat bowler, he set off through the murk towards the spot

from whence the cries of the spaniel seemed to proceed. A few paces brought him to the door of a dirty little

The spaniel crouched by the door whining and scratching, and as Kerry came up it raised its beady black eyes

to him with a look which, while it was not unfearful, held an unmistakable appeal. Kerry stood watching the

dog for a moment, and as he watched he became conscious of an exhilarated pulse.

He tried the door and found it to be open. Thereupon he entered a dirty little shop, which he remembered to

have searched in person in the grey dawn of the day which now was entering upon a premature dusk. The dog

ran in past him, crossed the gloomy shop, and raced down into a tiny coal cellar, which likewise had been

submitted during the early hours of the morning to careful scrutiny under the directions of the Chief

A Chinese boy, who had been the only occupant of the place on that occasion and who had given his name as

Ah Fung, was surprised by the sudden entrance of man and dog in the act of spreading coal dust with his

fingers upon a portion of the paved floor. He came to his feet with a leap and confronted Kerry. The spaniel

began to scratch feverishly upon the spot where the coal dust had been artificially spread. Kerry's eyes

gleamed like steel. He shot out his hand and grasped the Chinaman by his long hair. "Open that trap," he said,

Ah Fung's oblique eyes regarded him with an expression difficult to analyze, but partly it was murder. He

made no attempt to obey the order. Meanwhile the dog, whining and scratching furiously, had exposed the

greater part of a stone slab somewhat larger than those adjoining it, and having a large crack or fissure in one

"For the last time," said Kerry, drawing the man's head back so that his breath began to whistle through his

As he spoke he released Ah Fung, and Ah Fung made one wild leap towards the stairs. Kerry's fist caught

him behind the ear as he sprang, and he went down like a dead man upon a small heap of coal which filled

Breathing rapidly and having his teeth so tightly clenched that his maxillary muscles protruded lumpishly,

Kerry stood looking at the fallen man. But Ah Fung did not move. The dog had ceased to scratch, and now

stood uttering short staccato barks and looking up at the Chief Inspector. Otherwise there was no sound in the

Kerry stooped, and with his handkerchief scrupulously dusted the stone slab. The spaniel, resentment

He began to hunt about among the debris which littered one end of the cellar, testing fragment after fragment,

but failing to find any piece of scrap to suit his purpose. By sheer perseverance rather than by any process of

reasoning, he finally hit upon the piece of bent wire which was the key to this door of Sin Sin Wa's drug

One short exclamation of triumph he muttered at the moment that his glance rested upon it, and five seconds

later he had the trapdoor open and was peering down into the narrow pit in which wooden steps rested. The

spaniel began to bark wildly, whereupon Kerry grasped him, tucked him under his arm, and ran up to the

room above, where he deposited the furiously wriggling animal. He stepped quickly back again and closed

the upper door. By this act he plunged the cellar into complete darkness, and accordingly he took out from the

pocket of his raindrenched overall the electric torch which he always carried. Directing its ray downwards

into the cellar, he perceived Ah Fung move and toss his hand above his head. He also detected a faint rattling

He descended, and stooping over the unconscious man extracted from the pocket of his baggy blue trousers

four keys upon a ring. At these Kerry stared eagerly. Two of them belonged to yale locks; the third was a

simple English barrelkey, which probably fitted a padlock; but the fourth was large and complicated.

He spoke with unconscious prescience. This was the key of the door of the vault. Removing his overall,

Kerry laid it with his cane upon the scrapheap, then he climbed down the ladder and found himself in the

mouth of that low timbered tunnel, like a trenchwork, which owed its existence to the cunning craftsmanship

of Sin Sin Wa. Stooping uncomfortably, he made his way along the passage until the massive door

confronted him. He was in no doubt as to which key to employ; his mental condition was such that he was

The welloiled lock operated smoothly. Kerry pushed the door open and stepped briskly into the vault.

His movements, from the moment that he had opened the trap, had been swift and as nearly noiseless as the

difficulties of the task had permitted. Nevertheless, they had not been so silent as to escape the attention of

the preternaturally acute Sin Sin Wa. Kerry found the place occupied only by the aged Sam Tuk. A bright fire

burned in the stove, and a ship's lantern stood upon the counter. Dense chemical fumes rendered the air

difficult to breathe; but the shelves, once laden with the largest illicit collection of drugs in London, were

Kerry's fierce eyes moved right and left; his jaws worked automatically. Sam Tuk sat motionless, his hands

"Hi! Guy Fawkes!" rapped Kerry, striding forward "Who's been letting off fireworks?"

Kerry stooped and stared into the heart of the fire. A dense coat of white ash lay upon the embers. He grasped

the shoulder of the aged Chinaman, and pushed him back so that he could look into the bleared eyes behind

"Been cleaning up the 'evidence,' eh?" he shouted. "This joint stinks of opium and a score of other dopes.

Where are the gang?" He shook the yielding, ancient frame. "Where's the smart with one eye?"

But Sam Tuk, merely nodded, and as Kerry released his hold sank forward again, nodding incessantly.

"H'm, you're a hard case," said the Chief Inspector. "A couple of witnesses like you and the jury would retire

He stood glaring fiercely at the limp frame of the old Chinaman, and as he glared his expression changed.

Lying on the dirty floor not a yard from Sam Tuk's feet was a ball of leaf opium!

As he did so, with a lightning movement of which the most astute observer could never have supposed him

capable, Sam Tuk, whipped a loaded rubber tube from his sleeve and struck Kerry a shrewd blow across the

The Chief Inspector, without word or cry, collapsed upon his knees, and then fell gently

forwardforwardand toppled face downwards before his assailant. His bowler fell off and rolled across

Sam Tuk sank deeply into his chair, and his toothless jaws worked convulsively. The skinny hand which

clutched the piece of tubing twitched and shook, so that the primitive deadly weapon fell from its wielder's

Silently, that set of empty shelves nearest to the inner wall of the vault slid open, and Sin Sin Wa came out.

He, too, carried his hands tucked in his sleeves, and his yellow, pockmarked face wore its eternal smile.

"Well done," he crooned softly in Chinese. "Well done, bald father of wisdom. The dogs draw near, but the

At about the time that the fearless Chief Inspector was entering the establishment of Sam Tuk Seton Pasha

was reporting to Lord Wrexborough in Whitehall. His nautical disguise had served its purpose, and he had

now finally abandoned it, recognizing that he had to deal with a criminal of genius to whom disguise merely

In his proper person, as Greville Seton, he afforded a marked contrast to that John Smiles, seaman, who had

sat in a top room in Limehouse with Chief Inspector Kerry. And although he had to report failure, the grim,

bronzed face and bright grey eyes must have inspired in the heart of any thoughtful observer confidence in

ultimate success. Lord Wrexborough, silverhaired, florid and dignified, sat before a vast table laden with

neatly arranged dispatchboxes, books, documents tied with red tape, and the other impressive impedimenta

which characterize the table of a Secretary of State. Quentin Gray, unable to conceal his condition of nervous

"I take it, then, Seton," Lord Wrexborough was saying, "that in your opinionalthough perhaps it is

somewhat hastily formedthere is and has been no connivance between officials and receivers of drugs?"

"That is my opinion, sir. The traffic has gradually and ingeniously been 'ringed' by a wealthy group. Smaller

dealers have been bought out or driven out, and today I believe it would be difficult, if not impossible, to

obtain opium, cocaine, or veronal illicitly anywhere in London. Kazmah and Company had the available

stock cornered. Of course, now that they are out of business, no doubt others will step in. It is a trade that can

"I see, I see," muttered Lord Wrexborough, adjusting his pincenez. "You also believe that Kazmah and

Company are in hiding within what you term"he consulted a written page"the 'Causeway area'? And

"I believe the late Sir Lucien Pyne was the actual head of the group," said Seton bluntly. "But Sin Sin Wa is

the acting head. In view of his physical peculiarities, I don't quite see how he's going to escape us, either, sir.

His wife has a fighting chance, and as for Mohammed elKazmah, he might sail for anywhere tomorrow, and

"Not an insurmountable difficulty, sir," he replied, "but Sin Sin Wa is a marked man. He has the longest and

thickest pigtail which I ever saw on a human scalp. I take it he is a Southerner of the old school; therefore, he

won't cut it off. He has also only one eye, and while there are many oneeyed Chinamen, there are few

oneeyed Chinamen who possess pigtails like a battleship's hawser. Furthermore, he travels with a talking

raven, and I'll swear he won't leave it behind. On the other hand, he is endowed with an amount of craft

He stopped, choking emotionally. Seton Pasha watched him with that cool, confident stare which could either

"She was alive this morning, Gray," he replied quietly, "we heard her. You may take it from me that they will

"Your remark raises another point, Quentin," he said sternly, "which has to be settled today. Your

"You're practically kicking me out, sir," he said. "I don't know what I've done."

"You have done nothing," replied Lord Wrexborough "which an honorable man may not do. But in common

with many others similarly circumstanced, you seem inclined, now that your military duties are at an end, to

regard life as a sort of perpetual 'leave.' I speak frankly before Seton because I know that he agrees with me.

My friend the Foreign Secretary has generously offered you an appointment which opens up a career that

"I know that Margaret has been scaring you about Rita Irvin," he said, "but on my word, sir, there was no

"I do, Gray," he answered quietly. "I believe you are good enough to look upon me as a real friend; therefore

allow me to add my advice, for what it is worth, to that of Lord Wrexborough and your cousin: take the

Egyptian appointment. I know where it will lead. You can do no good by remaining in London; and when we

find Mrs. Irvin your presence would be an embarrassment to the unhappy man who waits for news at Princes

He held out his hand, smiling. Quentin Gray's mercurial complexion was changing again, but:

"Good old Seton!" he said, rather huskily, and gripped the outstretched hand. "For Irvin's sake, save her!"

"Thank you, sir," he added, "you are always right. I shall be ready on Tuesday. I suppose you are off again,

"I am," was the reply. "Chief Inspector Kerry is moving heaven and earth to find the Kazmah establishment,

"Many ascribe success to wit," he replied, "and failure to bad luck; but the Arab says 'Kismet.'"

Mrs. Sin, aroused by her husband from the deep opium sleep, came out into the fumeladen vault. Her dyed

hair was disarranged, and her dark eyes stared glassily before her; but even in this halfdrugged state she

bore herself with the lithe carriage of a dancer, swinging her hips lazily and pointing the toes of her

"Awake, my wife," crooned Sin Sin Wa. "Only a fool seeks the black smoke when the jackals sit in a ring "

Mrs. Sin gave him a glance of smiling contempta glance which, passing him, rested finally upon the prone

body of Chief Inspector Kerry lying stretched upon the floor before the stove. Her pupils contracted to mere

pinpoints and then dilated blackly. She recoiled a step, fighting with the stupor which her illtimed

At this moment Kerry groaned loudly, tossed his arm out with a convulsive movement, and rolled over on to

The eye of Sin Sin Wa gleamed strangely, but he did not move, and Sam Tuk who sat huddled in his chair

where his feet almost touched the fallen man, stirred never a muscle. But Mrs. Sin, who still moved in a

semiphantasmagoric world, swiftly raised the hem of her kimona, affording a glimpse of a shapely silkclad

limb. From a sheath attached to her garter she drew a thin stilletto. Curiously feline, she crouched, as if about

"No, woman of indifferent intelligence," he said in his queer sibilant language, "since when has murder gone

Mrs. Sin clenched her hands, holding them rigidly against her hips; and, nostrils dilated, she stared at the

"You putta topside pidgin on Sir Lucy alla lightee," he murmured. "Givee him hell alla velly proper."

The pupils of the woman's eyes contracted again, and remained so. She laughed hoarsely and tossed her head.

"Who told you that?" she asked contemptuously. "It was the dollwoman who killed himI have said so."

"You tella me sohoi, hoi! But old Sin Sin Wa catchee wonder. Lo!" he extended a yellow forefinger,

pointing at his wife"Mrs. Sin make him catchee die! No bhobbery, no palaber. Sin Sin Wa gotchee you

Mrs. Sin snapped her fingers under his nose then stooped, picked up the stiletto, and swiftly restored it to its

sheath. Her hands resting upon her hips, she came forward, until her dark evil face almost touched the yellow,

"Listen, old fool," she said in a low, husky voice; "I have done with you, apeman, for good! Yes! I killed

Lucy, I killed him! He belonged to meuntil that pink and white thing took him away. I am glad I killed

"Tie him up," she directed, "and send him to sleep. And understand, Sin, we've shared out for the last

timeYou go your way and I go mine. No stinking Yellow River for me. New York is good enough until it's

"Smartest leg in Buenos Ayres," croaked the raven from his wicker cage, which was set upon the counter.

"Yes, yes, my little friend," he crooned in Chinese, while TlingaLing rattled ghostly castanets. "In HoNan

they will say that you are a devil and I am a wizard. That which is unknown is always thought to be magical,

Mrs. Sin, who was rapidly throwing off the effects of opium and recovering her normal selfconfident

"Blinga filly doggy," murmured Sin Sin Wa. "Knockee Ah Fung on him head and comee down here, lo. Ah

Fung allee lightee nowtopside. Chasee filly doggy. Allee velly proper. No bhobbery."

"Talk less and act more," said Mrs. Sin. "Tie him up, and if you must talk, talk Chinese. Tie him up."

She pointed to Kerry. Sin Sin Wa tucked his hands into his sleeves and shuffled towards the masked door

"Only by intelligent speech are we distinguished from the other animals," he murmured in Chinese.

Entering the inner room, he began to extricate a long piece of thin rope from amid a tangle of other materials

with which it was complicated. Mrs. Sin stood looking down at the fallen man. Neither Kerry nor Sam Tuk

gave the slightest evidence of life. And as Sin Sin Wa disentangled yard upon yard of rope from the bundle

on the floor by the bed where Rita Irvin lay in her long troubled sleep, he crooned a queer song. It was in the

Lo, the betrayer is betrayed. Death sits at her elbow. See, the Yellow River bears a corpse upon its tide. . .

Shoa, the evil woman. Death sits at her elbow. Black, the vultures flock about her. . . . Lo, the Yellow River

Meanwhile Kerry, lying motionless at the feet of Sam Tuk was doing some hard and rapid thinking. He had

recovered consciousness a few moments before Mrs. Sin had come into the vault from the inner room. There

were those, Seton Pasha among them, who would have regarded the groan and the convulsive movements of

Kerry's body with keen suspicion. And because the Chief Inspector suffered from no illusions respecting the

genius of Sin Sin Wa, the apparent failure of the oneeyed Chinaman to recognize these preparations for attack

nonplussed the Chief Inspector. His outstanding vice as an investigator was the directness of his own

methods and of his mental outlook, so that he frequently experienced great difficulty in penetrating to the

That Sin Sin Wa thought him to be still unconscious he did not believe. He was confident that his tactics had

deceived the Jewess, but he entertained an almost superstitious respect for the cleverness of the Chinaman.

Kerry, in common with many members of the Criminal Investigation Department, rarely carried firearms. He

was a man with a profound belief in his bare handsaided when necessary by his agile feet. At the moment

that Sin Sin Wa had checked the woman's murderous and half insane outburst Kerry had been contemplating

attack. The sudden change of language on the part of the Chinaman had arrested him in the act; and, realizing

that he was listening to a confession which placed the hangman's rope about the neck of Mrs. Sin, he lay still

Why had Sin Sin Wa forced his wife to betray herself? To clear Mareno? To clear Mrs. Irvinor to save his

It was a frightful puzzle for Kerry. Thenwhere was Kazmah? That Mrs. Irvin, probably in a drugged

condition, lay somewhere in that mysterious inner room Kerry felt fairly sure. His maltreated skull was

humming like a beehive and aching intensely, but the man was tough as men are made, and he could not

He believed that he could tackle the Chinaman with fair prospects of success; and women, however

murderous, he habitually disregarded as adversaries. But the mummylike, deceptive Sam Tuk was not

From under that protective arm, cast across his face, Kerry's fierce eyes peered out across the dirty floor.

Sin Sin Wa, crooning his strange song, came in carrying a coil of rope and a Mauser pistol!

He tossed the rope to his wife, who stood silent tapping the floor with one slim restless foot.

The suspected area of Limehouse was closely invested as any fortress of old when Seton Pasha once more

found himself approaching that painfully familiar neighborhood. He had spoken to several pickets, and had

gathered no news of interest, except that none of them had seen Chief Inspector Kerry since some time

shortly before dusk. Seton, newly from more genial climes, shivered as he contemplated the misty,

rainswept streets, deserted and but dimly lighted by an occasional lamp. The hooting of a steam siren on the

river seemed to be in harmony with the prevailing gloom, and the most confirmed optimist must have

He had no definite plan of action. Every line of inquiry hitherto followed had led to nothing but

disappointment. With most of the details concerning the elaborate organization of the Kazmah group either

gathered or in sight, the whereabouts of the surviving members remained a profound mystery. From the

Chinese no information could be obtained. Distrust of the police resides deep within the Chinese heart; for

the Chinaman, and not unjustly, regards the police as ever ready to accuse him and ever unwilling to defend

him; knows himself for a pariah capable of the worst crimes, and who may therefore be robbed, beaten and

even murdered by his white neighbors with impunity. But when the police seek information from Chinatown,

Out on the river, above and below Limehouse, patrols watched for signals from the Asiatic quarter, and from

a carefully selected spot on the Surrey side George Martin watched also. Not even the lure of a neighboring

tavern could draw him from his post. Hour after hour he waited patientlyfor Sin Sin Wa paid fair prices,

Seton Pasha, passing from point to point, and nowhere receiving news of Kerry, began to experience a certain

anxiety respecting the safety of the intrepid Chief Inspector. His mind filled with troubled conjectures, he

passed the house formerly occupied by the oneeyed Chinamanwhere he found DetectiveSergeant

Coombes on duty and very much on the alertand followed the bank of the Thames in the direction of

Limehouse Basin. The narrow, illlighted street was quite deserted. Bad weather and the presence of many

police had driven the Asiatic inhabitants indoors. But from the river and the docks arose the incessant din of

industry. Whistles shrieked and machinery clanked, and sometimes remotely came the sound of human

Musing upon the sordid mystery which seems to underlie the whole of this dingy quarter, Seton pursued his

way, crossing inlets and circling around basins dimly divined, turning to the right into a lane flanked by high

eyeless walls, and again to the left, finally to emerge nearly opposite a dilapidated gateway giving access to a

All unconsciously, he was traversing the same route as that recently pursued by the fugitive Sin Sin Wa; but

now he paused, staring at the empty wharf. The annexed building, a mere shell, had not escaped examination

by the search party, and it was with no very definite purpose in view that Seton pushed open the rickety gate.

The tide was high, and the water whispered ghostly under the pilesupported structure. Seton experienced a

new sense of chill which did not seem to be entirely physical as he stared out at the gloomy river prospect and

listened to the uncanny whisperings of the tide. He was about to turn back when another sound attracted his

At first he was disposed to believe that the sound was due to some other cause, for the deserted wharf was not

a likely spot in which to find a dog, but when to the faint whimpering there was added a scratching sound,

Like Kerry, he always carried an electric pocketlamp, and now he directed its rays into the interior of the

A tiny spaniel, whining excitedly, was engaged in scratching with its paws upon the dirty floor as though

determined to dig its way through. As the light shone upon it the dog crouched affrightedly, and, glancing in

Seton's direction, revealed its teeth. He saw that it was covered with mud from head to tail, presenting a most

woebegone appearance, and the mystery of its presence there came home to him forcibly.

It was a toy spaniel of a breed very popular among ladies of fashion, and to its collar was still attached a

The little animal crouched in a manner which unmistakably pointed to the fact that it apprehended

illtreatment, but these personal fears had only a secondary place in its mind, and with one eye on the

Seton acted promptly. He snapped off the light, and, replacing the lamp in his pocket, stepped into the

building and dropped down upon his knees beside the dog. He next lay prone, and having rapidly cleared a

space with his sleeve of some of the dirt which coated it, he applied his ear to the floor.

In spite of that iron control which habitually he imposed upon himself, he became aware of the fact that his

heart was beating rapidly. He had learned at Leman Street that Kerry had brought Mrs. Irvin's dog from

Prince's Gate to aid in the search for the missing woman. He did not doubt that this was the dog which

snarled and scratched excitedly beside him. Dimly he divined something of the truth. Kerry had fallen into

the hands of the gang, but the dog, evidently not without difficulty, had escaped. What lay below the wharf?

Responsive to the friendly tone, the little animal began barking loudly with high staccato notes, which must

Seton was profoundly mystified by the animal's behavior. He had personally searched every foot of this

particular building, and was confident that it afforded no hidingplace. The behavior of the dog, however,

was susceptible of only one explanation; and Seton recognizing that the clue to the mystery lay somewhere

within this ramshackle building, became seized with a conviction that he was being watched.

Standing upright, he paused for a moment, irresolute, thinking that he had detected a muffled shriek. But the

That almost superstitious respect for the powers of Sin Sin Wa, which had led Chief Inspector Kerry to look

upon the Chinaman as a being more than humanly endowed, began to take possession of Seton Pasha. He

regretted having entered the place so overtly, he regretted having shown a light. Keen eyes, vigilant, regarded

him. It was perhaps a delusion, bred of the mournful night sounds, the gloom, and the uncanny

resourcefulness, already proven, of the Kazmah group. But it operated powerfully.

Theories, wild, improbable, flocked to his mind. The great dope cache lay beneath his feetand there must

be some hidden entrance to it which had escaped the attention of the searchparty. This in itself was not

improbable, since they had devoted no more time to this building than to any other in the vicinity. That wild

cry in the night which had struck so mournful a chill to the hearts of the watchers on the river had seemed to

come out of the void of the blackness, had given but slight clue to the location of the place of captivity.

Indeed, they could only surmise that it had been uttered by the missing woman. Yet in their hearts neither had

He determined to cause the place to be searched again, as secretly as possible; he determined to set so close a

guard over it and over its approaches that none could enter or leave unobserved.

Yet Kismet, in whose omnipotence he more than half believed, had ordained otherwise; for man is merely an

The inner room was in darkness and the fumeladen air almost unbreathable. A dull and regular moaning

sound proceeded from the corner where the bed was situated, but of the contents of the place and of its other

occupant or occupants Kerry had no more than a hazy idea. His imagination supplied those details which he

had failed to observe. Mrs. Monte Irvin, in a dying condition, lay upon the bed, and someone or some thing

crouched on the divan behind Kerry as he lay stretched upon the mattingcovered floor. His wrists, tied

behind him, gave him great pain; and since his ankles were also fastened and the end of the rope drawn taut

and attached to that binding his wrists, he was rendered absolutely helpless. For one of his fiery temperament

this physical impotence was maddening, and because his own handkerchief had been tied tightly around his

head so as to secure between his teeth a wooden stopper of considerable size which possessed an unpleasant

How long he had lain thus he had no means of judging accurately; but hourslong, maddening

hoursseemed to have passed since, with the muzzle of Sin Sin Wa's Mauser pressed coldly to his ear, he

had submitted willynilly to the adroit manipulations of Mrs. Sin. At first he had believed, in his confirmed

masculine vanity, that it would be a simple matter to extricate himself from the fastenings made by a woman;

but when, rolling him sideways, she had drawn back his heels and run the loose end of the line through the

loop formed by the lashing of his wrists behind him, he had recognized a Chinese training, and had resigned

himself to the inevitable. The wooden gag was a sore trial, and if it had not broken his spirit it had nearly

Into the darkened inner chamber Sin Sin Wa had dragged him, and there Kerry had lain ever since, listening

to the various sounds of the place, to the coarse voice, often raised in anger, of the CubanJewess, to the

crooning tones of the imperturbable Chinaman. The incessant moaning of the woman on the bed sometimes

became mingled with another sound more remote, which Kerry for long failed to identify; but ultimately he

concluded it to be occasioned by the tide flowing under the wharf. The raven was silent, because, imprisoned

in his wicker cage, he had been placed in some dark spot below the counter. Very dimly from time to time a

steam siren might be heard upon the river, and once the thudding of a screwpropeller told of the passage of

In the eyes of Mrs. Sin Kerry had read menace, and for all their dark beauty they had reminded him of the

eyes of a cornered rat. Beneath the contemptuous nonchalance which she flaunted he read terror and remorse,

and a foreboding of doompanic ill repressed, which made her dangerous as any beast at bay. The attitude

of the Chinaman was more puzzling. He seemed to bear the Chief Inspector no personal animosity, and

indeed, in his glittering eye, Kerry had detected a sort of mysterious light of understanding which was almost

mirthful, but which bore no relation to Sin Sin Wa's perpetual smile. Kerry's respect for the oneeyed

Chinaman had increased rather than diminished upon closer acquaintance. Underlying his urbanity he failed

to trace any symptom of apprehension. This Sin Sin Wa, accomplice of a murderess selfconfessed, evident

head of a drug syndicate which had led to the establishment of a Home office inquirythis badly "wanted"

man, whose last hidingplace, whose keep, was closely invested by the agents of the law, was the same Sin

Sin Wa who had smilingly extended his wrists, inviting the manacles, when Kerry had first made his

Sometimes Kerry could hear him singing his weird crooning song, and twice Mrs. Sin had shrieked

blasphemous execrations at him because of it. But why should Sin Sin Wa sing? What hope had he of

escape? In the case of any other criminal Kerry would have answered "None," but the ease with which this

oneeyed singing Chinaman had departed from his abode under the very noses of four detectives had shaken

the Chief Inspector's confidence in the efficiency of ordinary police methods where this Chinese conjurer was

concerned. A man who could convert an elaborate opium house into a dirty ruin in so short a time, too, was

capable of other miraculous feats, and it would not have surprised Kerry to learn that Sin Sin Wa, at a

moment's notice, could disguise himself as a chest of tea, or pass invisible through solid walls.

For evidence that Seton Pasha or any of the men from Scotland Yard had penetrated to the secret of Sam

Tuk's cellar Kerry listened in vain. What was about to happen he could not imagine, nor if his life was to be

spared. In the confession so curiously extorted from Mrs. Sin by her husband he perceived a clue to this and

other mysteries, but strove in vain to disentangle it from the many maddening complexities of the case.

So he mused, wearily, listening to the moaning of his fellow captive, and wondering, since no sign of life

came thence, why he imagined another presence in the stuffy room or the presence of someone or of some

thing on the divan behind him. And in upon these dreary musings broke an altercation between Mrs. Sin and

"You catchee sleepee, TlingaLing," murmured the Chinaman. "Mrs. Sin no likee you palaber, lo!"

But when, carrying a lighted lantern, Sin Sin Wa presently came into the inner room, he smiled as

Sin Sin Wa set the lantern upon a Moorish coffeetable which once had stood beside the divan in Mrs. Sin's

sanctum at the House of a Hundred Raptures. A significant glanceits significance an acute puzzle to the

recipienthe cast upon Chief Inspector Kerry. His hands tucked in the loose sleeves of his blouse, he stood

"Tchee, tchee," he crooned softly, "you hate no catchee die, my beautiful. You sniffee plenty too muchee

'white snow,' hoi, hoi! Velly bad woman tly makee you catchee die, but Sin Sin Wa no hate got for killee

His thick, extraordinary long pigtail hanging down his back and gleaming in the rays of the lantern, he stood,

head bowed, watching Rita Irvin. Because of his position on the floor, Mrs. Irvin was invisible from Kerry's

point of view, but she continued to moan incessantly, and he knew that she must be unconscious of the

"Hurry, old fool!" came Mrs. Sin's harsh voice from the outer room. "In ten minutes Ah Fung will give the

"She hate no catchee die," murmured Sin Sin Wa, "She still vella beautifultchee!"

It was at the moment that he spoke these words that Seton Pasha entered the empty building above and found

the spaniel scratching at the paved floor. So that, as Sin Sin Wa stood looking down at the wan face of the

unfortunate woman who refused to die, the dog above, excited by Seton's presence, ceased to whine and

Kerry tensed his muscles and groaned impotently feeling his heart beating like a hammer in his breast.

Complete silence reigned in the outer room. Sin Sin Wa never stirred. Again the dog barked, then:

"Hello, hello!" shrieked the raven shrilly. "Number one p'lice chop, lo! Sin Sin Wa! Sin Sin Wa!"

There came a fierce exclamation, the sound of something being hastily overturned, of a scuffle, and:

The words ended in a screeching cry, which was followed by a sound of wildly beating wings. Sin Sin Wa,

hands tucked in sleeves, turned and walked from the inner room, closing the sliding door behind him with a

Resting against the empty shelves, he stood and surveyed the scene in the vault.

Mrs. Sin, who had been kneeling beside the wicker cage, which was upset, was in the act of standing upright.

At her feet, and not far from the motionless form of old Sam Tuk who sat like a dummy figure in his chair

before the stove, lay a palpitating mass of black feathers. Other detached feathers were sprinkled about the

Sin Sin Wa uttered one sibilant word, withdrew his hands from his sleeves, and, stepping around the end of

the counter, dropped upon his knees beside the raven. He touched it with long yellow fingers, then raised it

and stared into the solitary eye, now glazed and sightless as its fellow. The smile had gone from the face of

"My TlingaLing!" he moaned in his native mandarin tongue. "Speak to me, my little black friend!"

A bead of blood, like a ruby, dropped from the raven's beak. Sin Sin Wa bowed his head and knelt awhile in

silence; then, standing up, he reverently laid the poor bedraggled body upon a chest. He turned and looked at

Hands on hips, she confronted him, breathing rapidly, and her glance of contempt swept him up and down.

"I've often threatened to do it," she said in English. "Now I've done it. They're on the wharf. We're

His gleaming eye fixed upon the woman unblinkingly, he began very deliberately to roll up his loose sleeves.

She watched him, contempt in her glance, but her expression changed subtly, and her dark eyes grew

But Sin Sin Wa, his sleeves rolled up above his yellow, sinewy forearms, now tossed his pigtail, serpentine,

across his shoulder and touched it with his fingers, an odd, caressing movement.

"Ho!" laughed Mrs. Sin in her deep scoffing fashion, "it is for me you make all this bhobbery, eh? It is me

She flung back her head, snapping her fingers before the silent Chinaman. He watched her, and

slowlyslowlyhe began to crouch, lower and lower, but always that unblinking regard remained fixed

The woman laughed again, more loudly. Bending her lithe body forward in mocking mimicry, she snapped

"Do you think, you blasted yellow ape, that you can frighten me?" she screamed, a swift flame of wrath

In a flash she had raised the kimona and had the stiletto in her hand. But, even swifter than she, Sin Sin Wa

Once, twice she struck at him, and blood streamed from his left shoulder. But the pigtail, like an executioner's

rope, was about the woman's throat. She uttered one smothered shriek, dropping the knife, and then was

Her dyed hair escaped from its fastenings and descended, a ruddy torrent, about her as she writhed, silent,

Rigidly, at armslength, he held her, moment after moment, immovable, implacable; and when he read death

A husky rattle told of the end, and he dropped the woman's body from his steely grip, disengaging the pigtail

with a swift movement of his head. Opening and closing his yellow fingers to restore circulation, he stood

But old Sam Tuk seated lumpish in his chair like some grotesque idol before whom a human sacrifice has

been offered up, stirred not. The length of loaded tubing with which he had struck Kerry lay beside him

where it had fallen from his nerveless hand. And the two oblique, beady eyes of Sin Sin Wa, watching, grew

dim. Step by step he approached the old Chinaman, stooped, touched him, then knelt and laid his head upon

"Old father," he murmured, "Old bald father who knew so much. Tonight you know all."

For Sam Tuk was no more. At what moment he had died, whether in the excitement of striking Kerry or later,

no man could have presumed to say, since, save by an occasional nod of his head, he had often simulated

Standing upright, Sin Sin Wa looked from the dead man to the dead raven. Then, tenderly raising poor

TlingaLing, he laid the great dishevelled birda weird offeringupon the knees of Sam Tuk.

"Take him with you where you travel tonight, my father," he said. "He, too, was faithful."

A cheap German clock commenced a muted clangor, for the little hammer was muffled.

Sin Sin Wa walked slowly across to the counter. Taking up the gleaming joss, he unscrewed its pedestal.

Then, returning to the spot where Mrs. Sin lay, he coolly detached a leather wallet which she wore beneath

her dress fastened to a girdle. Next he removed her rings, her bangles and other ornaments. He secreted all in

the interior of the josshis treasurechest. He raised his hands and began to unplait his long pigtail, which,

like his "blind" eye, was camouflagea false queue attached to his own hair, which he wore but slightly

longer than some Europeans and many Americans. With a small pair of scissors he clipped off his long,

At a point just above the sweep of Limehouse Reach a watchful river police patrol observed a moving speck

of light on the right bank of the Thames. As if in answer to the signal there came a few moments later a

second moving speck at a point not far above the district once notorious in its possession of Ratcliff

Highway. A third light answered from the Surrey bank, and a fourth shone out yet higher up and on the

The tide had just turned. As Chief Inspector Kerry had once observed, "there are no pleasure parties punting

about that stretch," and, consequently, when George Martin tumbled into his skiff on the Surrey shore and

began lustily to pull up stream, he was observed almost immediately by the River Police.

Pulling hard against the stream, it took him a long time to reach his destinationstone stairs near the point

from which the second light had been shown. Rain had ceased and the mist had cleared shortly after dusk, as

often happens at this time of year, and because the night was comparatively clear the pursuing boats had to be

George did not disembark at the stone steps, but after waiting there for some time he began to drop down on

"He knows we've spotted him," said Sergeant Coombes, who was in one of the River Police boats. "It was at

Certainly, the tactics of George suggested that he had recognized surveillance, and, his purpose abandoned,

now sought to efface himself without delay. Taking advantage of every shadow, he resigned his boat to the

gentle current. He had actually come to the entrance of Greenwich Reach when a dock light, shining out

Inspector White, who was in charge of the cutter, rested his arm on Coombes' shoulder and stared across the

"I can see no one," he replied. "You're over anxious, DetectiveSergeant and I can understand it!"

"I may be over anxious, Inspector," he replied, "but if I lost Sin Sin Wa, the River Police had never even

"No," said Coombes, "let him land, but don't trouble to hide any more. Show him we're in pursuit."

No longer drifting with the outgoing tide, George Martin had now boldly taken to the oars. The River Police

boat close in his wake, he headed for the blunt promontory of the Isle of Dogs. The grim pursuit went on

Their anticipations were realized. To the wooden stairs which served as a watergate for the establishment on

A furtive figure, bearing a burden upon its shoulder, moved up the slope and disappeared. A moment later the

police were leaping ashore. George deserted his boat and went running heavily after his passenger.

Around the mazey, rubbishstrewn paths the pursuit went hotly. In sight of Dougal's Coombes saw the swing

door open and a silhouette that of a man who carried a bag on his shoulderpass in. George Martin

"Mind yours, my lad!" retorted Coombes warningly. "You're no Thames waterman. Who's your friend?"

"Grab him!" said Coombes, and he kicked open the door and entered the saloon, followed by Inspector White

As they appeared, the Inspector conspicuous in his uniform, backed by the group of River Police, one of

Twenty cups of tea, coffee and cocoa, too hot for speedy assimilation, were spilled upon the floor.

The place as usual was crowded, more particularly in the neighborhood of the two stoves. Here were dock

laborers, seamen and riverside loafers, lascars, Chinese, Arabs, negroes and dagoes. Mrs. Dougal, defiant and

red, brawny arms folded and her pose as that of one contemplating a physical contest, glared from behind the

"solid" counter. Dougal rested his hairy hands upon the "wet" counter and revealed his defective teeth in a

vicious snarl. Many of the patrons carried light baggage, since a P and O boat, an oriental, and the S. S.

Mahratta, were sailing that night or in the early morning, and Dougal's was the favorite house of call for a

Upon the police group became focussed the glances of light eyes and dark eyes, round eyes, almondshaped

Thereupon, without disturbance, the inspection began, and among the papers scrutinized were those of one,

Chung Chow, an ablebodied Chinese seaman. But since his papers were in order, and since he possessed

two eyes and wore no pigtail, he excited no more interest in the mind of DetectiveSergeant Coombes than

A careful search of the premises led to no better result, and George Martin accounted for his possession of a

considerable sum of money found upon him by explaining that he had recently been paid off after a long

The result of the night's traffic, then, spelled failure for British justice, the S.S. Mahratta sailed one

stewardess short of her complement; but among the Chinese crew of another steamer Eastward bound was

one, Chung Chow, formerly known as Sin Sin Wa. And sometimes in the night watches there arose before

him the picture of a black bird resting upon the knees of an aged Chinaman. Beyond these figures dimly he

perceived the paddyfields of HoNan and the sweeping valley of the Yellow River, where the opium poppy

It was about an hour before the sailing of the ship which numbered Chung Chow among the yellow members

of its crew that Seton Pasha returned once more to the deserted wharf whereon he had found Mrs. Monte

Irvin's spaniel. Afterwards, in the light of ascertained facts, he condemned himself for a stupidity passing the

ordinary. For while he had conducted a careful search of the wharf and adjoining premises, convinced that

there was a cellar of some kind below, he had omitted to look for a watergate to this hypothetical cache.

Perhaps his selfcondemnation was deserved, but in justice to the agent selected by Lord Wrexborough, it

should be added that Chief Inspector Kerry had no more idea of the existence of such an entrance, and exit,

Leaving the dog at Leman Street then, and learning that there was no news of the missing Chief Inspector,

Seton had set out once more. He had been informed of the mysterious signals flashed from side to side of the

Lower Pool, and was hourly expecting a report to the effect that Sin Sin Wa had been apprehended in the act

of escaping. That Sin Sin Wa had dropped into the turgid tide from his underground hidingplace, and pushing

his propertywhich was floatablebefore him, encased in a waterproof bag, had swum out and clung to the

stern of George Martin's boat as it passed close to the empty wharf, neither Seton Pasha nor any other man

At a suitably dark spot the Chinaman had boarded the little craft, not without difficulty, for his wounded

shoulder pained him, and had changed his sodden attire for a dry outfit which awaited him in the locker at the

stern of the skiff. The cunning of the Chinese has the simplicity of true genius.

"Sam Tuk barber! Entrance in cellar!" rapped a ghostly, muffled voice from beneath his feet. "Sam Tuk

Seton Pasha stood still, temporarily bereft of speech. Then, "Kerry!" he cried. "Kerry! Where are you?"

Seton Pasha wasted no more time. He ran out into the narrow street. A man was on duty there.

"Call assistance!" ordered Seton briskly, "Send four men to join me at the barber's shop called Sam Tuk's!

Ten minutes later the secret of Sam Tuk's cellar was unmasked. The place was empty, and the subterranean

door locked; but it succumbed to the persistent attacks of axe and crowbar, and Seton Pasha was the first of

He found there an aged Chinaman, dead, seated by a stove in which the fire had burned very low. Sprawling

across the old man's knees was the body of a raven. Lying at his feet was a woman, lithe, contorted, the face

Seton Pasha vaulted over the counter, drew the shelves aside, and entered the inner room.

By the dim light of a lantern burning upon a moorish coffeetable he discerned an untidy bed, upon which a

"It certainly isn't healthy!" said an irritable voice from the floor. "But I think I might survive it if you could

Kerry's extensive practice in chewing and the enormous development of his maxillary muscles had stood him

in good stead. His keen, strong teeth had bitten through the extemporized gag, and as a result the tension of

the handkerchief which had held it in place had become relaxed, enabling him to rid himself of it and to spit

out the fragments of filthytasting wood which the biting operation had left in his mouth.

Seton turned, stooped on one knee to release the captive . . . and found himself looking into the face of

someone who sat crouched upon the divan behind the Chief Inspector. The figure was that of an oriental,

richly robed. Long, slim, ivory hands rested upon his knees, and on the first finger of the right hand gleamed

a big talismanic ring. But the face, surmounted by a white turban, was wonderful, arresting in its immobile

intellectual beauty; and from under the heavy brows a pair of abnormally large eyes looked out hypnotically.

"If you've finished your short prayer," rapped Kerry, "set about my little job."

Mechanically, half fearfully, Seton touched the hands of the crouching oriental. A low moan came from the

Beneath an awning spread above the balcony of one of those modern elegant flats, which today characterize

Heliopolis, the City of the Sun, site of perhaps the most ancient seat of learning in the known world, a party

of four was gathered, awaiting the unique spectacle which is afforded when the sun's dying rays fade from the

Libyan sands and the violet wonder of the afterglow conjures up old magical Egypt from the ashes of the

"Yes," Monte Irvin was saying, "only a year ago; but, thank God, it seems more like ten! Merciful time

He turned to his wife, whose flowerlike face peeped out from a nest of white fur. Covertly he squeezed her

hand, and was rewarded with a swift, half coquettish glance, in which he read trust and contentment. The

dreadful ordeal through which she had passed had accomplished that which no physician in Europe could

have hoped for, since no physician would have dared to adopt such drastic measures. Actuated by deliberate

cruelty, and with the design of bringing about her death from apparently natural causes, the Kazmah group

had deprived her of cocaine for so long a period that sanity, life itself, had barely survived; but for so long a

period that, surviving, she had outlived the drug craving. Kazmah had cured her!

Monte Irvin turned to the tall fair girl who sat upon the arm of a cane restchair beside Rita.

"But nothing can ever efface the memory of all you have done for Rita, and for me," he said, "nothing, Mrs.

Seton Pasha, who occupied the loungechair upon the broad arm of which his wife was seated, looked up,

smiling into the suddenly flushed face. They were but newly returned from their honeymoon, and had just

taken possession of their home, for Seton was now stationed in Cairo. He flicked a cone of ash from his

"It seems to me that we are all more or less indebted to one another," he declared. "For instance, I might

never have met you, Margaret, if I had not run into your cousin that eventful night at Princes; and Gray would

not have been gazing abstractedly out of the doorway if Mrs. Irvin had joined him for dinner as arranged. One

"To Kismet!" cried his wife, laughing merrily. "So before we begin dinner tonightwhich is a night of

"Gladly, indeed," agreed Monte Irvin. "You know, Seton," he continued, "we have been wandering, Rita and

I; and ever since your wife handed her patient over to me as cured we have covered some territory. I don't

know if you or Chief Inspector Kerry has been responsible, but the press accounts of the Kazmah affair have

"It was about Mollie Gretna. Someone wrote and told me that she had eloped with a billiard markera

"Right!" cried Seton. "She did. When last heard of she was acting as barmaid in a Portsmouth tavern!"

"Poor, foolish girl!" he said gravely. "Her life might have been so differentso useful and happy."

"Oh, please don't!" said Margaret. "I almost fell in love with Chief Inspector Kerry myself."

"A grand fellow!" declared her husband warmly. "The Kazmah inquiry was the triumph of his career."

"You did your bit, Seton," he said quietly. "The last words Inspector Kerry spoke to me before I left England

were in the nature of a splendid tribute to yourself, but I will spare your blushes."

"Kerry is as white as they're made," replied Seton, "but we should never have known for certain who killed

Rita Irvin shuddered slightly and drew her furs more closely about her shoulders.

"No, please," said Rita. "You cannot imagine how curious I am to learn the true detailsfor, as Monte says,

we have been out of touch with things, and although we were so intimately concerned, neither of us really

knows the inner history of the affair to this day. Of course, we know that Kazmah was a dummy figure, posed

in the big ebony chair. He never moved, except to raise his hand, and this was done by someone seated in the

"Righto!" he said. "If you will excuse me for a moment I will get my notes. Hello, here's Gray!"

A little twoseater came bowling along the road from Cairo, and drew up beneath the balcony. It was the car

which had belonged to Margaret when in practice in Dover Street. Quentin Gray jumped out, waving his hand

cheerily to the quartette above, and went in at the doorway. Seton walked through the flat and admitted him.

"Sorry I'm late!" cried Gray, impetuous and boyish as ever, although he looked older and had grown very

"Go through to them," said Seton informally. "I'm getting my notes; we're going to read the thrilling story of

He had outlived his youthful infatuation, although it was probable enough that had Rita been free he would

have presented himself as a suitor without delay. But the old relationship he had no desire to renew. A

generous selfeffacing regard had supplanted the madness of his earlier passion. Rita had changed too; she

So that when Seton Pasha presently rejoined his guests, he found the most complete harmony to prevail

among them. He carried a bulky notebook, and, tapping his teeth with his monocle:

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began whimsically, "I will bore you with a brief account of the extraordinary

Margaret was seated in the restchair which her husband had vacated, and Seton took up a position upon the

ledge formed by one of the wide arms. Everyone prepared to listen, with interest undisguised.

"There were three outstanding personalities dominating what we may term the Kazmah group," continued

Seton. "In order of importance they were: Sin Sin Wa, Sir Lucien Pyne and Mrs. Sin."

"I shall begin with Sir Lucien," Seton went on. "For some years before his father's death he seems to have

lived a very shady life in many parts of the world. He was a confirmed gambler, and was also somewhat

unduly fond of the ladies' society. In Buenos Ayresthe exact date does not matterhe made the

acquaintance of a variety artiste known as La Belle Lola, a CubanJewess, goodlooking and unscrupulous. I

cannot say if Sir Lucien was aware from the outset of his affair with La Belle that she was a married woman.

But it is certain that her husband, Sin Sin Wa, very early learned of the intrigue, and condoned it.

"How Sir Lucien came to get into the clutches of the pair I do not know. But that he did so we have

ascertained beyond doubt. I think, personally, that his third viceopiumwas probably responsible. For Sin

"These three people really become interesting from the time that La Belle Lola quitted the stage and joined

her husband in the conducting of a concern in Buenos Ayres, which was the parent, if I may use the term, of

the Kazmah business later established in Bond Street. From a musichall illusionist, who came to grief

during a South American tour, they acquired the oriental waxwork figure which subsequently mystified so

many thousands of dupes. It was the work of a famous French artist in wax, and had originally been made to

represent the Pharaoh, Rameses II., for a Paris exhibition. Attired in Eastern robes, and worked by a simple

device which raised and lowered the right hand, it was used, firstly, in a stage performance, and secondly, in

"Even at this time Sir Lucien had access to good society, or to the best society which Buenos Ayres could

offer, and he was the source of the surprising revelations made to patrons by the 'dreamreader.' At first,

apparently, the drug business was conducted independently of the Kazmah concern, but the facilities offered

by the latter for masking the former soon became apparent to the wily Sin Sin Wa. Thereupon the affair was

reorganized on the lines later adopted in Bond Street. Kazmah's became a secret dopeshop, and annexed to

it was an elaborate chandukhan, conducted by the Chinaman. Mrs. Sin was the gobetween.

"You are all waiting to hearor, to be exact, two are waiting to hear, Gray and Margaret already

knowwho spoke as Kazmah through the little window behind the chair. The deepvoiced speaker was Juan

"Many of these details were provided by Mareno, who, after the death of his sister, to whom he was deeply

attached, volunteered to give crown evidence. Most of them we have confirmed from other sources.

"Behold 'Kazmah the dreamreader,' then, established in Buenos Ayres. The partners in the enterprise

speedily acquired considerable wealth. Sir Lucienat this time plain Mr. Pyneseveral times came home

and lived in London and elsewhere like a millionaire. There is no doubt, I think, that he was seeking a

"Horrible, indeed!" agreed Seton. "But there are two features of the case which, in justice to Sir Lucien, we

should not overlook. He, who had been a poor man, had become a wealthy one and had tasted the sweets of

"With the ingenious financial details of the concern, which were conducted in the style of the 'Jose Santos

Company,' I need not trouble you now. We come to the second period, when the flat in Albemarle Street and

the two offices in old Bond Street became vacant and were promptly leased by Mareno, acting on Sir

Lucien's behalf, and calling himself sometimes Mr. Isaacs, sometimes Mr. Jacobs, and at other times merely

"All went well. The concern had ample capital, and was organized by clever people. Sin Sin Wa took up new

quarters in Limehouse; they had actually bought half the houses in one entire street as well as a wharf! And

Sin Sin Wa brought with him the goodwill of an illicit drug business which already had almost assumed the

"Sir Lucien's household was a mere bluff. He rarely entertained at home, and lived himself entirely at

restaurants and clubs. The private entrance to the Kazmah house of business was the back window of the

Cubanis Cigarette Company's office. From thence down the back stair to Kazmah's door it was a simple

matter for Mareno to pass unobserved. Sir Lucien resumed his role of private inquiry agent, and Mareno

"But the 'dream reading' part of the business was merely carried on to mask the really profitable side of the

concern. We have recently learned that drugs were distributed from that one office alone to the amount of

thirty thousand pounds' worth annually! This is excluding the profits of the House of a Hundred Raptures and

"The Kazmah group gradually acquired control of the entire market, and we know for a fact that at one period

during the war they were actually supplying smuggled cocaine, indirectly, to no fewer than twelve R.A.M.C.

"I come, now, to the tragedy, or series of tragedies, which brought about the collapse of the most ingenious

criminal organization which has ever flourished, probably, in any community. I will dare to be frank. Sir

"If you please," whispered Rita. "Monte knows and I knowwhyshe killed him. But we don't know"

"The nasty details," said Quentin Gray. "Carry on, Seton. Are you agreeable, Irvin?"

"I am anxious to know," replied Irvin, "for I believe Sir Lucien deserved well of me, bad as he was."

Seton clapped his hands, and an Egyptian servant appeared, silently and mysteriously as is the way of his

"There's just time," declared Margaret, gazing out across the prospect, "before sunset."

"You are all aware," Seton continued, "that Sir Lucien Pyne was an admirer of Mrs. Irvin. God knows, I hold

no brief for the man, but this love of his was the one redeeming feature of a bad life. How and when it began

I don't profess to know, but it became the only pure thing which he possessed. That he was instrumental in

introducing you, Mrs. Irvin, to the unfortunately prevalent drug habit, you will not deny; but that he

afterwards tried sincerely to redeem you from it I can positively affirm. In seeking your redemption he found

his own, for I know that he was engaged at the time of his death in extricating himself from the group. You

may say that he had made a fortune, and was satisfied; that is your view, Gray. I prefer to think that he was

anxious to begin a new life and to make himself more worthy of the respect of those he loved.

"There was one obstacle which proved too great for himMrs. Sin. Although Juan Mareno was the

spokesman of the group, Lola Mareno was the prompter. All Sir Lucien's plans for weaning Mrs. Irvin from

the habits which she had acquired were deliberately and malignantly foiled by this woman. She endeavored to

inveigle Mrs. Irvin into indebtedness to you, Gray, as you know now. Failing in this, she endeavored to kill

her by depriving her of that which had at the time become practically indispensable. A venomous jealousy led

her to almost suicidal measures. She risked exposure and ruin in her endeavors to dispose of one whom she

"During Sir Lucien's several absences from London she was particularly active, and this brings me to the

closing scene of the drama. On the night that you determined, in desperation, Mrs. Irvin, to see Kazmah

"Actually," Seton explained, "he instructed Mareno to go across the leads to Kazmah's directly you had left

the flat, and to give you a certain message as 'Kazmah.' He also instructed Mareno to telephone certain orders

to Rashid, the Egyptian attendant. In spite of the unforeseen meeting with Gray, all would have gone well, no

doubt, if Mrs. Sin had not chanced to be on the Kazmah premises at the time that the message was received!

"I need not say that Mrs. Sin was a remarkable woman, possessing many accomplishments, among them that

of mimicry. She had often amused herself by taking Mareno's place at the table behind Kazmah, and,

speaking in her brother's oracular voice, had delivered the 'revelations.' Mareno was like wax in his sister's

hands, and on this fateful night, when he arrived at the placewhich he did a few minutes before Mrs. Irvin,

Gray and Sir LucienMrs. Sin peremptorily ordered him to wait upstairs in the Cubanis office, and she took

"So carefully arranged was every detail of the business that Rashid, the Egyptian, was ignorant of Sir

Lucien's official connection with the Kazmah concern. He had been orderedby Mareno speaking from Sir

Lucien's flatto admit Mrs. Irvin to the room of seance and then to go home. He obeyed and departed,

"Driven to desperation by 'Kazmah's' taunting words, we know that Mrs. Irvin penetrated to the inner room. I

must slur over the details of the scene which ensued. Hearing her cry out, Sir Lucien ran to her assistance.

Mrs. Sin, enraged by his manner, lost all control of her insane passion. She attempted Mrs. Irvin's life with a

stiletto which habitually she carriedand Sir Lucien died like a gentleman who had lived like a blackguard.

Seton paused. Margaret was biting her lip hard, and Rita was looking down so that her face could not be seen.

"The shock consequent upon the deed sobered the half crazy woman," continued the speaker. "Her usual

resourcefulness returned to her. Selfpreservation had to be considered before remorse. Mrs. Irvin had

swooned, and"he hesitated"Mrs. Sin saw to it that she did not revive prematurely. Mareno was

"It affords evidence of this woman's callous coolness that she removed from the Kazmah premises,

andprobably assisted by her brother, although he denies itfrom the person and garments of the dead

man, every scrap of evidence. They had not by any means finished the task when you knocked at he door,

"Their unconscious victim, and the figure of Kazmah, as well as every paper or other possible clue, they

carried up to the Cubanis office, and from thence across the roof to Sir Lucien's study. Next, while Mareno

went for the car, Mrs. Sin rifled the safe, bureaus and desks in Sir Lucien's flat, so that we had the devil's own

"Not a soul ever came forward who noticed the big car being driven into Albemarle Street or who observed it

outside the flat. The chances run by the pair in conveying their several strange burdens from the top floor,

down the stairs and out into the street were extraordinary. Yet they succeeded unobserved. Of course, the

"The journey to Limehouse was performed without discoveryaided, no doubt, by the mistiness of the

night; and Mareno, returning to the West End, ingeniously inquired for Sir Lucien at his club. Learning,

although he knew it already, that Sir Lucien had not been to the club that night, he returned the car to the

"His reason for taking this dangerous step is by no means clear. According to his own account, he did it to

gain time for the fugitive Mrs. Sin. You see, there was really only one witness of the crime (Mrs. Irvin) and

she could not have sworn to the identity of the assassin. Rashid was warned and presumably supplied with

"Well, the woman met her deserts, no doubt at the hands of Sin Sin Wa. Kerry is sure of this. And Sin Sin Wa

escaped, taking with him an enormous sum of ready money. He was the true genius of the enterprise. No one,

his wife and Mareno exceptedwe know of no othersuspected that the real Sin Sin Wa was cleanshaven,

The native servant appeared to announce that dinner was served; African dusk drew its swift curtain over the

desert, and a gun spoke sharply from the Citadel. In silence the party watched the deepening velvet of the

sky, witnessing the birth of a million stars, and in silence they entered the gaily lighted diningroom.

Seton Pasha moved one of the lights so as to illuminate a small oil painting which hung above the sideboard.

It represented the head and shoulders of a savagelooking red man, his hair closecropped like that of a

pugilist, and his moustache trimmed in such a fashion that a row of large, fierce teeth were revealed in an

expression which might have been meant for a smile. A pair of intolerant steelblue eyes looked squarely out

"What a time I had," said Seton, "to get him to sit for that! But I managed to secure his wife's support, and the

trick was done. You are down to toast Kismet, Margaret, but I am going to propose the health, long life and