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After advancing a great way into this subterraneous vault, at last they perceived light, when on a sudden they were pursued by several small spaniels, and turning to look at them, the prince perceived their eyes shone like emeralds and rubies. Instead of being amazed, as Fo-Hi, the founder of his race, would have been, the prince renewed his exclamations, and cried, I advance! I advance!
The Hindu, gasping, obeyed. Thereupon Fo-Hi momentarily relaxed his giant concentration and almost staggered as he glared down at the kneeling man. But never was that dreadful gaze removed from Chunda Lal. And now the veiled man drew himself rigidly upright again and stepped backward until the fallen kukri lay at his feet. He spoke, "Chunda Lal!"
Fo-Hi closed the door. "On the contrary, he has my orders to take every possible care of him. Those blind, tempestuous passions which merely make a woman more desirable find no place in the trained mind of the scientist. That Dr. Stuart covets my choicest possession in no way detracts from his value to my Council."
"My master," she whispered mechanically. "Your lover." "My lover." "You give me your life, to do with as I will." "As you will." Fo-Hi momentarily raised the blazing eyes. "Oh, empty shell of a vanished joy!" he cried. Then, frenziedly grasping Miska by her arms, he glared into her impassive face. "Your heart leaps wildly in your breast!" he whispered tenderly. "Look into my eyes...."
Chunda Lal, swollen veins standing out cord-like on his brow, his gaze set hypnotically upon the moving hand, dropped his knife and began to move in obedience to the will of Fo-Hi. As he came finally face to face with the terrible Adept of Rache Churan, Miska disappeared into the shadow of the balcony. Fo-Hi by an imperious gesture commanded Chunda Lal to kneel and bow his head.
Then, with no other word, he tore himself away and walked quickly along the corridor. Miska watched him until he was out of sight, then re-entered the great room and closed the door. She turned, and: "Oh, God of mercy," she whispered. Just within the second doorway stood Fo-Hi watching her.
I came here to confess it to you. I went to New York, to London, to Paris, to Petrograd; I went all over the world. I had beautiful dresses, jewels, admiration all that women live for! And in the midst of it all mine was the life of the cloister; no nun could be more secluded! "I see the question in your eyes why did I do it? Why did I lure men into the clutches of Fo-Hi?
"For many years they had been at work in Europe, secretly, as well as in the East. I understood that they had acquired a quantity of valuable information of some kind by means of a system of opium-houses situated in the principal capitals of the world and directed by Fo-Hi and a number of Chinese assistants. Fo-Hi had remained in China most of the time, but had paid occasional visits to Europe.
"Listen," she whispered, glancing fearfully back toward the closed door "Fo-Hi has something that make people to die; and only he can bring them to life again. Do you believe this?" She looked up at him rapidly, her wonderful eyes wide and fearful. He nodded. "Ah! you know! Very well. On that day in Cairo, which I am taken before him you remember, I tell you? he ... oh!"
You shall assist in the extensive laboratories of my distinguished predecessor." "Never!" snapped Stuart. The man's callousness was so purposeful and deliberate that it awed. He seemed like one who stands above all ordinary human frailties and emotions. "Your prejudice is natural," rejoined Fo-Hi calmly.
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