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Updated: June 17, 2025
With his left arm about the face and head of the devilish half-caste, and grasping with his right hand her slender right wrist putting forth all his strength to hold it back was Gianapolis! His face was of a grayish pallor and clammy with sweat; his crooked eyes had the glare of madness.
Out from the corridor the Greek came staggering, and Max now perceived that he was bleeding profusely from a wound in the breast. "She came back," whispered Gianapolis, clutching at the Frenchman for support... "the hellcat!... I did not know... that... Miss Cumberly was here. As God is my witness I did not know! But I followed... HER Mahara... thank God I did!
She barely touched his extended hand, turned, and ran fleetly back toward the door of Palace Mansions. Ere reaching the entrance, however, she dropped a handkerchief, stooped to recover it, and glanced back rapidly. Gianapolis was just turning the corner.
He closed the door, which opened outward, and there remained nothing to show the keenest observer unless he had resorted to sounding that these four blocks differed in any way from their fellows. "Ingenious, is it not?" said Gianapolis, genially. "And now, my dear Soames, observe again!" He rolled back the folding gates; and beyond was a garage, wherein stood the big limousine.
"Good night, M. Gaston!" said Gianapolis, in radiant benediction. "Au revoir, monsieur!" M. Max followed Ho-Pin to Block A and was conducted to a room at the extreme right of the matting-lined corridor. He glanced about it curiously. "If you will pwrepare for your flight into the subliminal," said Ho-Pin, bowing in the doorway, "I shall pwresently wreturn with your wings."
A faint shadow momentarily crossed the swarthy face of the Greek at mention of that name MR. KING. The servants of Mr. King, from the highest to the lowest, served him for gain... and from fear. Utter silence had claimed again the cave of the golden dragon. Gianapolis sat alone in the place, smoking a cigarette, and gazing crookedly at the image on the ivory pedestal.
"Finally," concluded Gianapolis, "you will escort the lady out by the front entrance to the Strand. She will leave you and walk in an easterly direction making some suitable excuse if the manager should insist upon seeing her to the door; and the real Mrs. Leroux will come out by the Strand end of Bank Chambers' corridor, and walk back with you around the corner to where the car will be waiting.
Truly, he was fortunate in having met the generous Gianapolis.... He thought of a trifling indiscretion committed at the expense of one Mr. Mapleson, and of the wine-bill of Colonel Hewett; and he thought of the apparently clairvoyant knowledge of the Greek. A cloud momentarily came between his perceptive and the rosy horizon.
"If you will glance back," he said, "you will see exactly where the door is situated." Soames did as directed, and suppressed a cry of surprise. Four of the stone blocks were fictitious were, in verity, a heavy wooden door, faced in some way with real, or imitation granite a door communicating with the steps of the catacombs. "Observe!" said Gianapolis.
They rarely go that far, however, as it leads nowhere." "But if you have the telephone number of this man, Gianapolis," cried Dr. Cumberly, "you must also have his address"... "We obtained both from the Eastern Exchange," interrupted Inspector Dunbar. "The instrument, number 18642 East, is installed in an office in Globe Road.
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