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Updated: September 28, 2025
Mechanically, half fearfully, Seton touched the hands of the crouching oriental. A low moan came from the woman in the bed, and: "It's Kazmah!" gasped Seton. "Kerry... Kazmah is a wax figure!" "Hell!" said Chief Inspector Kerry.
Perhaps they were hiding within. Perhaps this charlatan, Kazmah, was an accomplice in the pay of Sir Lucien. Perhaps this was a secret place of rendezvous. To the manifest absurdity of such a conjecture he was blind in his anger. But that he was helpless, befooled, he recognized; and with a final muttered imprecation he turned and slowly descended the stair.
Rita experienced no desire to peer behind the veil which, literally and metaphorically, he had placed between himself and the world. At first she had been vaguely curious, and had questioned Sir Lucien and others, but nobody seemed to know the real identity of Kazmah, and nobody seemed to care provided that he continued to supply drugs.
He rarely entertained at home, and lived himself entirely at restaurants and clubs. The private entrance to the Kazmah house of business was the back window of the Cubanis Cigarette Company's office. From thence down the back stair to Kazmah's door it was a simple matter for Mareno to pass unobserved.
"Go through to them," said Seton informally. "I'm getting my notes; we're going to read the thrilling story of the Kazmah mystery before dinner." "Good enough!" cried Gray. "I'm in the dark on many points." He had outlived his youthful infatuation, although it was probable enough that had Rita been free he would have presented himself as a suitor without delay.
In Miss Halley's evidence you will note that she refers to them as 'larger than any human eyes I have ever seen. Now, Mareno has eyes like a pig!" "Then I take it you are charging him as accessory?" "Exactly, sir. Somebody got Kazmah and Mrs. Irvin away, and it can only have been Mareno. Sir Lucien had no other resident servant; he was a man who lived almost entirely at restaurants and clubs.
I gathered that much at Vine Street before I went on to Bond Street. The whole block was surrounded five minutes after my arrival, and it still is." "What ither offices are in this passage?" "None. It's a blank wall on the left, and one door on the right the one opening into the Kazmah office. There are other premises on the same floor, but they are across the landing." "What premises?"
"You cannot imagine how curious I am to learn the true details for, as Monte says, we have been out of touch with things, and although we were so intimately concerned, neither of us really knows the inner history of the affair to this day. Of course, we know that Kazmah was a dummy figure, posed in the big ebony chair.
"The light was very dim?" "Very dim indeed, and Kazmah never once raised his head. Indeed, except for a dignified gesture of greeting and one of dismissal, he never moved. His immobility was rather uncanny." Kerry began to pace up and down the narrow room, and: "He bore no resemblance to the late Sir Lucien Pyne, for instance?" he rapped.
Mary Kerry was silent for so long that her husband repeated the question: "In which of the offices is Kazmah hiding?" "In nane," she said dreamily. "Ye surrounded the buildings too late, I ken." "Eh!" cried Kerry, turning his head excitedly. "But the man Brisley was at the door all night!" "It doesna' matter. They have escapit." Kerry scratched his close-cropped head in angry perplexity.
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