I glanced at the chief officer of the Andaman, who sat in an armchair in our new chambers2, contentedly3 smoking a black cheroot.
"Heaven has blessed me with a pair of useful hands!" said the seaman4, grimly, extending his horny palms. "I've an old score against those yellow swine; poor George and I were twins."
He referred to his brother who had been foully5 done to death by one of the creatures of Dr. Fu-Manchu.
"It beats me how Mr. Smith got on the track!" he added.
"Pure inspiration!" murmured Nayland Smith, glancing aside from the siphon wherewith he now was busy. "The divine afflatus—and the same whereby Petrie solved the Zagazig cryptogram6!"
"But," concluded Forsyth, "I am indebted to you for an opportunity of meeting the Chinese strangler, and sending him to join the Burmese knife expert!"
Such, then, were the episodes that led to the arrest of M. Samarkan, and my duty as narrator of these strange matters now bears me on to the morning when Nayland Smith was hastily summoned to the prison into which the villainous Greek had been cast.
We were shown immediately into the Governor's room and were invited by that much disturbed official to be seated. The news which he had to impart was sufficiently7 startling.
Samarkan was dead.
"I have Warder Morrison's statement here," said Colonel Warrington, "if you will be good enough to read it——"
Nayland Smith rose abruptly8, and began to pace up and down the little office. Through the open window I had a glimpse of a stooping figure in convict garb9, engaged in liming the flower-beds of the prison Governor's garden.
"I should like to see this Warder Morrison personally," snapped my friend.
"Very good," replied the Governor, pressing a bell-push placed close beside his table.
"Send Morrison here," ordered Colonel Warrington.
The man saluted12 and withdrew. As the door was reclosed, the Colonel sat drumming his fingers upon the table, Nayland Smith walked restlessly about tugging13 at the lobe14 of his ear, and I absently watched the convict gardener pursuing his toils15. Shortly, sounded a rap at the door, and—
"Come in," cried Colonel Warrington.
A man wearing warder's uniform appeared, saluted the Governor, and stood glancing uneasily from the Colonel to Smith. The latter had now ceased his perambulations, and, one elbow resting upon the mantelpiece, was staring at Morrison—his penetrating16 gray eyes as hard as steel. Colonel Warrington twisted his chair around, fixing his monocle more closely in its place. He had the wiry white mustache and fiery17 red face of the old-style Anglo-Indian officer.
"Morrison," he said, "Mr. Commissioner18 Nayland Smith has some questions to put to you."
The man's uneasiness palpably was growing by leaps and bounds. He was a tall and intelligent-looking fellow of military build, though spare for his height and of an unhealthy complexion19. His eyes were curiously20 dull, and their pupils interested me, professionally, from the very moment of his entrance.
"You were in charge of the prisoner Samarkan?" began Smith harshly.
"Yes, sir," Morrison replied.
"Were you the first to learn of his death?"
"I was, sir. I looked through the grille in the door and saw him lying on the floor of the cell."
"What time was it?"
"Half-past four A.M."
"What did you do?"
"I went into the cell and then sent for the head warder."
"You realized at once that Samarkan was dead?"
"At once, yes."
"Were you surprised?"
Nayland Smith subtly changed the tone of his voice in asking the last question, and it was evident that the veiled significance of the words was not lost upon Morrison.
"Yes, or no!" snapped Smith.
Morrison still hesitated, and I saw his underlip twitch22. Nayland Smith, taking two long strides, stood immediately in front of him, glaring grimly into his face.
"This is your chance," he said emphatically; "I shall not give you another. You had met Samarkan before?"
Morrison hung his head for a moment, clenching23 and unclenching his fists; then he looked up swiftly, and the light of a new resolution was in his eyes.
"I'll take the chance, sir," he said, speaking with some emotion, "and
I hope, sir"—turning momentarily to Colonel Warrington—"that you'll
I did."
"Don't expect any leniency25 from me!" cried the Colonel. "If there has been a breach26 of discipline there will be punishment, rely upon it!"
"I admit the breach of discipline," pursued the man doggedly27; "but I want to say, here and now, that I've no more idea than anybody else how the——"
"The facts—the facts!" he demanded. "What you don't know cannot help us!"
"Well, sir," said Morrison, clearing his throat again, "when the prisoner, Samarkan, was admitted, and I put him safely into his cell, he told me that he suffered from heart trouble, that he'd had an attack when he was arrested and that he thought he was threatened with another, which might kill him——"
"One moment," interrupted Smith, "is this confirmed by the police officer who made the arrest?"
"It is, sir," replied Colonel Warrington, swinging his chair around and consulting some papers upon his table. "The prisoner was overcome by faintness when the officer showed him the warrant and asked to be given some cognac from the decanter which stood in his room. This was administered, and he then entered the cab which the officer had waiting. He was taken to Bow Street, remanded, and brought here in accordance with some one's instructions."
"My instructions" said Smith. "Go on, Morrison."
"He told me," continued Morrison more steadily29, "that he suffered from something that sounded to me like apoplexy."
"Catalepsy!" I suggested, for I was beginning to see light.
"That's it, sir! He said he was afraid of being buried alive! He asked me, as a favor, if he should die in prison to go to a friend of his and get a syringe with which to inject some stuff that would do away with all chance of his coming to life again after burial."
"You had no right to talk to the prisoner!" roared Colonel Warrington.
"I know that, sir, but you'll admit that the circumstances were peculiar30. Anyway, he died in the night, sure enough, and from heart failure, according to the doctor. I managed to get a couple of hours leave in the evening, and I went and fetched the syringe and a little tube of yellow stuff."
"Do you understand, Petrie?" cried Nayland Smith, his eyes blazing with excitement. "Do you understand?"
"It's more than I do, sir," continued Morrison, "but as I was explaining, I brought the little syringe back with me and I filled it from the tube. The body was lying in the mortuary, which you've seen, and the door not being locked, it was easy for me to slip in there for a moment. I didn't fancy the job, but it was soon done. I threw the syringe and the tube over the wall into the lane outside, as I'd been told to do.
"What part of the wall?" asked Smith.
"Behind the mortuary."
"That's where they were waiting!" I cried excitedly. "The building used as a mortuary is quite isolated32, and it would not be a difficult matter for some one hiding in the lane outside to throw one of those ladders of silk and bamboo across the top of the wall."
"But, my good sir," interrupted the Governor irascibly, "whilst I admit the possibility to which you allude33, I do not admit that a dead man, and a heavy one at that, can be carried up a ladder of silk and bamboo! Yet, on the evidence of my own eyes, the body of the prisoner, Samarkan, was removed from the mortuary last night!"
Smith signaled to me to pursue the subject no further; and indeed I realized that it would have been no easy matter to render the amazing truth evident to a man of the Colonel's type of mind. But to me the facts of the case were now clear enough.
That Fu-Manchu possessed34 a preparation for producing artificial catalepsy, of a sort indistinguishable from death, I was well aware. A dose of this unknown drug had doubtless been contained in the cognac (if, indeed, the decanter had held cognac) that the prisoner had drunk at the time of his arrest. The "yellow stuff" spoken of by Morrison I recognized as the antidote35 (another secret of the brilliant Chinese doctor), a portion of which I had once, some years before, actually had in my possession. The "dead man" had not been carried up the ladder; he had climbed up!
"Now, Morrison," snapped Nayland Smith, "you have acted wisely thus far. Make a clean breast of it. How much were you paid for the job?"
"Twenty pounds, sir" answered the man promptly36, "and I'd have done it for less, because I could see no harm in it, the prisoner being dead, and this his last request."
"And who paid you?"
Now we were come to the nub of the matter, as the change in the man's face revealed. He hesitated momentarily, and Colonel Warrington brought his fist down on the table with a bang. Morrison made a sort of gesture of resignation at that, and—
"When I was in the Army, sir, stationed at Cairo," he said slowly, "I regret to confess that I formed a drug habit."
"No, sir, hashish."
"Good God! Go on."
"There's a place in Soho, just off Frith Street, where hashish is supplied, and I go there sometimes. Mr. Samarkan used to come, and bring people with him—from the New Louvre Hotel, I believe. That's where I met him."
"The exact address?" demanded Smith.
"Café de l'Egypte. But the hashish is only sold upstairs, and no one is allowed up that isn't known personally to Ismail."
"Who is this Ismail?"
"The proprietor38 of the café. He's a Greek Jew of Salonica. An old woman used to attend to the customers upstairs, but during the last few months a young one has sometimes taken her place."
"What is she like?" I asked eagerly.
"She has very fine eyes, and that's about all I can tell you, sir, because she wears a yashmak. Last night there were two women there, both veiled, though."
"Two women!"
Hope and fear entered my heart. That Kâramaneh was again in the power of the Chinese Doctor I knew to my sorrow. Could it be that the Café de l'Egypte was the place of her captivity39?
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