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Updated: June 25, 2025
His watch had stopped, since he had neglected to wind it, and he hurried with his toilet, fearful of incurring the anger of Ho-Pin of Ho-Pin, the beetlesque.
He rarely saw Ho-Pin, and desired not to see him at all; as for Mr. King, he even endeavored to banish from his memory the name of that shadowy being. The memory of the Eurasian he could not banish, and was ever listening for the silvery voice, but in vain.
Bearing this, he crossed the room, passed Ho-Pin, and entered the corridor beyond. "You have, of course, put him in the observation room?" said Gianapolis. Ho-Pin regarded the speaker unemotionally. "Assuwredly," he replied; "for since he visits us for the first time, Mr. King will wish to see him"...
"Good night!" came the metallic voice of Ho-Pin. The light in the corridor went out. The newly-created Mr. Lucas entered upon a sort of cave-man existence in this fantastic abode where night was day and day was night; where the sun never shone. He was awakened on the first morning of his sojourn in the establishment of Ho-Pin by the loud ringing of an electric bell immediately beside his bed.
The words were spoken even more softly than he had spoken hitherto. "Nothing," protested Soames. He suddenly began to tremble anew, and his trembling rattled the bed. "I have been very ill indeed, sir." Ho-Pin nodded again slowly, and with deep sympathy. "Some medicine shall be sent to you, Mr. Soames," he said. He turned and went out slowly, closing the door behind him.
He lay with closed eyes, breathing nasally. Ho-Pin, his face a smiling, mirthless mask, bent over the bed. Adeptly, he seized the right eyelid of M. Max, and rolled it back over his forefinger, disclosing the eyeball. M. Max, anticipating this test of the genuineness of his coma, had rolled up his eyes at the moment of Ho-Pin's approach, so that now only the white of the sclerotic showed.
"Let it be twenty-five guineas, monsieur," said the Greek, reflectively, "entitling you to two visits." "Good! good!" cried M. Gaston. "Shall I write you a check?" "You mistake me," said Gianapolis. "I am in no way connected with the management of the establishment. You will settle this business matter with Mr. Ho-Pin"... "Yes, yes!" "To whom I will introduce you this evening.
Sometimes he would attend to four human wrecks in the same morning; whilst, perhaps on the following day, he would not be called upon to officiate until late in the evening. One fact early became evident to him. There was a ceaseless stream of these living dead men pouring into the catacombs of Ho-Pin, coming he knew not whence, and issuing forth again, he knew not whither.
Gianapolis at Piccadilly Circus, and later we shall join the limousine and be driven to the establishment of Ho-Pin." He turned to Inspector Dunbar. "Your arrangements for watching all the approaches to the suspected area are no doubt complete?"
"Excuse me, sir," he said, confusedly, "but would there be any objection to my going out on Friday evening for an hour?" "Not at all, Soames," replied Ho-Pin, with his mirthless smile: "you may go at six, wreturn at ten." Ho-Pin passed on. Soames heaved a gentle sigh of relief. The painful incident was forgotten, then.
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