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Updated: September 6, 2025
Fo-Hi stretched his right arm outward, and with a gesture of hand and fingers beckoned to Chunda Lal to come before him. And now, Miska, awakening as from a fevered dream, looked wildly about her, and then, serpentine, began to creep to the table upon which the keys were lying. Always watching the awful group of two, she rose slowly, snatched the keys and leapt across to the open window....
"If I speak in French will you be able to follow what I say?" "Certainly. Are you more at ease with French?" "Yes," replied Miska, beginning to speak in the latter language. "My mother was French, you see, and although I can speak in English fairly well I cannot yet think in English. Do you understand? "Perfectly. So perhaps you will now explain to whom you refer when you speak of Fo-Hi."
Ah! you have no mercy." Fo-Hi handed her the hammer for striking the gong. "It is you who have no mercy," he replied. "I have asked but one gift. The sound of the gong will end Dr. Stuart's discomfort ... and will mean that you voluntarily accept my offer. What! you hesitate?" A stifled scream rang out sharply. "Ah, yes! yes!"
His ghastly reserve deserted him. "Jey Bhowana!" he screamed "Yah Allah!" Chunda Lal, uttering a loud groan, stabbed himself and fell backward into the opening. Ensued a monstrous crash of broken glass. As he fell, Fo-Hi leapt to the brink of the trap, glaring down madly into the cellar below. His yellow fingers opened and closed spasmodically. "Lie there," he shrieked "my 'faithful' servant!
"Fo-Hi addressed him in a language which I did not understand, although I have since learned that it was Hindustani, and the Indian from a purse which he carried counted out the amount demanded by the dealer and placed the money upon a little inlaid table which stood in the room. Fo-Hi gave him some brief order, turned and walked out of the room.
"There's no time to waste," continued Stuart excitedly "and I have a very particular request to make: that you will take Fo-Hi alive." "But of course," said Gaston Max, "if it is humanly possible."
He moved a brass switch and a trap opened in the floor behind Chunda Lal. Fo-Hi raised his right hand, having the fingers tightly closed as if grasping the hilt of a knife. With his left hand he pointed to the trap. Again he spoke. "Tum samauhe ho?" As Fo-Hi raised his clenched right hand, so did Chunda Lal raise the kukri.
The death of my mother and later that of my father, of which Chunda Lal had told me were griefs that time had dulled. But the horror of Fo-Hi was one which lived with me, day and night. "To a wing of the palace kept closely locked, and which I had never seen opened, I was conducted by Chunda Lal.
He saluted her and unbarred the door, going out. "Fo-Hi," came dimly. There was no definite answer only the sound of a muttered colloquy; and suddenly the brown man returned and spoke to the old woman in a voice so low that his words were inaudible to the two attentive listeners in the distant corner. "Ah!" whispered Max "what now?" "Shall we rush the curtain!" said Stuart. "No!"
You teach me to be like the women of England, who are free, and you treat me like the women of China, who are slaves. Once, it did not matter. I thought it was a part of a woman's life to be treated so. But now I cannot bear it!" She stamped her foot fiercely upon the floor. "I tell you I cannot bear it!" Whip in hand, Fo-Hi stood watching her.
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