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Thus the history of one dynasty serves for all the rest. This doctrine of a triplicated Deity appearing at the beginning of a new creation may be traced in nearly every country of the globe. Among the Buddhists of China, Fo is mysteriously multiplied into three persons in the same manner as is Fo-hi, who is evidently Noah.
He saluted the figure of the veiled Chinaman but never once glanced in the direction of the diwan from which Miska wildly was watching him. Without turning his head, Fo-Hi, who seemed to detect the presence of the silent Hindu by means of some fifth sense, pointed to a bundle of long rods stacked in a corner of the room.
At least I can set these poor frail human doubts at rest." He crossed and struck a gong which hung midway between the two doors. Her beautiful face a mask of anguish, Miska cowered upon the diwan, watching the closed doors. Fo-Hi stood in the centre of the great room with his back to the entrance. Silently one of the lacquered panels slid open and Chunda Lal entered.
He saluted her by touching his head, lips and breast with his right hand, then passed up to the door communicating with the shop, which he opened, and went out. His voice came, muffled: "Fo-Hi!" "Fo-Hi," returned the high voice of Ah-Fang-Fu. The outer door was opened and shut. The old woman went up and barred the inner door, then returned and stood by the matting curtain.
You know it is so. "I know you say so. And because he Fo-Hi is not sure and because of the piece of the scorpion which you find there, we go to that house he and I and we fail in what we go for." Chunda Lal's hand dropped limply to his sides. "Ah! I cannot understand, Miska. If we are not sure then, are we sure now? It may be" he bent towards her "we are trapped!" "Oh, what do you mean?"
I regret that the activities of your zealous and painfully inquisitive friend, M. Gaston Max, have forced me to depart from England before I had completed my work here." "I pray you may never depart," murmured Stuart. Fo-Hi having added some bright green fluid to that in the flat pan, had now poured the whole into a large test-tube, and was holding it in the flame of the burner.
Fo-Hi seated himself at the table. Absolute silence reigned in the big room, except for the hissing of the furnace. No sound penetrated from the outer world. Having no means of judging how long he had been insensible, Stuart found himself wondering if the raid on the den of Ah-Fang-Fu had taken place hours before, days earlier, or weeks ago.
"Your eyes are eloquent, Miska. I cherish two memories of those beautiful eyes. One is of their fear and loathing of me; the other is of their sweet softness when they watched the departure of my guest. Listen! Do you hear nothing?" In an attitude of alert and fearful attention Miska stood listening. Fo-Hi watched her through the veil with those remorseless blazing eyes.
The Hindu rose, gazing before him with unseeing eyes. His forehead was wet with perspiration. Fo-Hi pointed to the knife. Chunda Lal, without removing his sightless gaze from the veiled face, stooped, groped until he found the knife and rose with it in his hand. Back stepped Fo-Hi, and back, until he could touch the big table.
His brown face expressionless as that of a bronze statue, Chunda Lal crossed and took the rods from their place. "Tum samajhte ho?" Chunda Lal inclined his head. "Ah, God! no!" whispered Miska "what are you going to do?" "Your Hindustani was ever poor, Miska," said Fo-Hi. He turned to Chunda Lal. "Until you hear the gong," he said in English.
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