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"A solicitor and a commission agent." "The floor below?" "It's all occupied by a modiste, Renan." "The top floor?" "Cubanis Cigarette Company, a servants' and an electrician." "Nae more?" "No more." "Where does yon back stair open on the topmaist floor?" "In a corridor similar to that alongside Kazmah's.
But he reached the floor as quietly as possible, and instantly snapped off the light of the torch. A heavy step sounded from outside someone was mounting the stairs and a disk of light suddenly appeared upon the ground-glass panel of the door. Kerry stood quite still, chewing steadily. "Who's there?" came the voice of the constable posted on Kazmah's landing. The inspector made no reply.
A car was standing before Kazmah's premises, the chauffeur walking up and down on the pavement and flapping his hands across his chest in order to restore circulation. The Chief Inspector stopped, "Hi, my man!" he said. The chauffeur stood still. "Whose car?" "Mr. Monte Irvin's." Kerry turned on his heel and stepped to the office door.
Thereupon the affair was reorganized on the lines later adopted in Bond Street. Kazmah's became a secret dope-shop, and annexed to it was an elaborate chandu-khan, conducted by the Chinaman. Mrs. Sin was the go-between. "You are all waiting to hear or, to be exact, two are waiting to hear, Gray and Margaret already know who spoke as Kazmah through the little window behind the chair.
The selfishness and secretiveness of the drug slave made it difficult for her to learn on what terms others obtained Kazmah's precious goods; but although his prices undoubtedly varied, she was convinced that no one of all his clients was so cruelly victimized as she.
"I mean does he approve of your friendship with his wife, or is it a clandestine affair?" "Clandestine? certainly not. I was on my way to call at the house when I met her with Pyne this evening." "That is what I wanted to know. Very well; since you intend to follow the thing up, it simplifies matters somewhat. Here is the car." "At Kazmah's door! What in heaven's name does it mean?"
An accomplice of Kazmah's must have been in Sir Lucien's household! Kazmah and Mrs. Irvin can only have left the premises by going up to the roof and across the leads to Sir Lucien's flat in Albemarle Street. I shall charge the man Juan Mareno." "What has he to say?" murmured the Assistant Commissioner, absently turning over the pages of the notebook. "Ah, yes.
"I find it so myself," he said. "Everything except opium is to be had at Kazmah's, and nothing except opium interests me." "He supplies me with cocaine," murmured the comedian. "His figure works out, as nearly as I can estimate it, at 10s 7 1/2d. a grain.
Who the devil " Deep in thought he walked upstairs, finding his way by the light of the pocket torch which he carried. A second constable was on duty at Kazmah's door. He saluted. "Anything to report?" rapped Kerry. "Yes, sir. The body has been removed, and the gentleman with Inspector " "Damn that for a tale! Describe this gentleman." "Rather tall, pale, dark, clean-shaven.
Rashid, the attendant, knew all Kazmah's clients, and with the box or flask he gave them a quantity of the required drug. This scheme was precautionary. For if a visitor should chance to be challenged on leaving the place, there was the legitimate purchase to show in evidence of the purpose of the visit.
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