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Updated: September 28, 2025
She was learning what Sir Lucien had meant when, once, long long ago, in some remote time when she was young and happy and had belonged to a living world, he had said "a day is sure to come." It had come, that "day." It had dawned when she had torn the veil before Kazmah and that veil had enveloped her ever since.
A hopeless day and a pain-racked, sleepless night found Kazmah's unhappy victim in the mood for any measure, however desperate, which should promise even temporary relief. Monte Irvin went out very early, and at about eleven o'clock Rita rang up Kazmah's, but only to be informed by Rashid, who replied, that Kazmah was still away.
"Poor, foolish girl!" he said gravely. "Her life might have been so different so useful and happy." "I agree," replied Seton, "if she had had a husband like Kerry." "Oh, please don't!" said Margaret. "I almost fell in love with Chief Inspector Kerry myself." "A grand fellow!" declared her husband warmly. "The Kazmah inquiry was the triumph of his career." Monte Irvin turned to him.
With most of the details concerning the elaborate organization of the Kazmah group either gathered or in sight, the whereabouts of the surviving members remained a profound mystery. From the Chinese no information could be obtained.
Suddenly into her voice had come the unmistakable note of hysteria. "Your theatrical tricks do not impress me. I know what you are! A spy an eavesdropper who watches watches, and listens! But you may go too far! I am nearly desperate do you understand? nearly desperate. Speak! Move! Answer me!" But Kazmah preserved his uncanny repose. "You are distracted," he said. "I am sorry for you.
"Don't trouble, miss. Just give me the address and I'll ask no questions!" His keenness was thrilling, infectious. As a result of the night's "beating" he had a list of some twenty names whose owners might have been patrons of Kazmah and some of whom might know Mrs. Sin. But he had learned from bitter experience how difficult it was to induce such people to give useful evidence.
Tell me quickly: Why did she come here?" Gray raised his hand to his brow with a gesture of bewilderment. "To consult this man, Kazmah. I actually saw her enter the inner room, I went to get a cab, and when I returned the door was locked." "You knocked?" "Of course. I made no end of a row. But I could get no reply and went away."
He carried a bulky notebook, and, tapping his teeth with his monocle: "Ladies and gentlemen," he began whimsically, "I will bore you with a brief account of the extraordinary facts concerning the Kazmah case." Margaret was seated in the rest-chair which her husband had vacated, and Seton took up a position upon the ledge formed by one of the wide arms.
Kazmah has certain influence, but it may be withdrawn. Rita, won't you try?" She was watching him closely, and now the pupils of her beautiful eyes became dilated. "You know something," she said slowly, "which you are keeping from me." He laughed and turned aside.
Calling to the cabman to wait, he ran up the stairs to the second floor landing. Before the painted door bearing the name of Kazmah he halted, and as the door did not open, stamped impatiently, but with no better result. At that, since there was neither bell nor knocker, he raised his fist and banged loudly. No one responded to the summons. "Hi, there!" he shouted. "Open the door! Pyne! Rita!"
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