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Updated: September 28, 2025
"I know that I am compelled to leave England again, Rita, for a time; and I should be a happier man if I knew that you were not so utterly dependent upon Kazmah." "Oh, Lucy, are you going away again?" "I must. But I shall not be absent long, I hope." Rita sank down upon the settee from which she had risen, and was silent for some time; then: "I will try, Lucy," she promised.
In fact, since I gave up Army work, my little practice has threatened to develop into that of a drug-habit specialist." "Have you taxed any of these people with obtaining drugs from Kazmah?" "Not directly. It would have been undiplomatic. But I have tried to surprise them into telling me.
The relations existing between Kazmah and his clients were of a most peculiar nature, too, and must have piqued the curiosity of anyone but a drug-slave. Having seen him once, in his oracular cave, Rita had been accepted as one of the initiated. Thereafter she had had no occasion to interview the strange, immobile Egyptian, nor had she experienced any desire to do so.
She risked exposure and ruin in her endeavors to dispose of one whom she looked upon as a rival. "During Sir Lucien's several absences from London she was particularly active, and this brings me to the closing scene of the drama. On the night that you determined, in desperation, Mrs. Irvin, to see Kazmah personally, you will recall that Sir Lucien went out to telephone to him?"
Mollie Gretna endeavored to obtain an extra supply to help Rita, but Kazmah evidently saw through the device, and the endeavor proved a failure. She demanded to see Kazmah, but Rashid, the Egyptian, blandly assured her that "the Sheikh-el-Kazmah" was away.
"She's a woman reputed to be married to a Chinaman. Inspector Whiteleaf, of Vine Street, knows her by sight as one of the night-club birds a sort of mysterious fungus, sir, flowering in the dark and fattening on gilded fools. Unless I'm greatly mistaken, Mrs. Sin is the link between the doped cigarettes and the missing Kazmah." "Does anyone know where she lives?"
"Ah!" breathed Irvin. " Overtook them there. He got out of a cab. He joined them. All three up to apartments of a professional crystal-gazer styling himself Kazmah 'the dream-reader." A puzzled expression began to steal over the face of Monte Irvin. At the sound of the telephone bell he had paled somewhat. Now he began to recover his habitual florid coloring.
"Chief Inspector Kerry is moving heaven and earth to find the Kazmah establishment, and I don't want to come in a poor second." Lord Wrexborough cleared his throat and turned in the padded revolving chair. "Honestly, Seton," he said, "what do you think of your chance of success?" Seton Pasha smiled grimly.
It has two windows on the right overlooking a narrow roof and the top of the arcade, and on the left is the Cubanis Cigarette Company. The other offices are across the landing." Mary Kerry stared into space awhile. "Kazmah and Mrs. Irvin could ha' come down to the fairst floor, or gene up to the thaird floor unseen by the Spinker man," she said dreamily.
"Did you ever visit Kazmah?" he asked. "Yes. I asked Rita Irvin to take me, but she refused, and I could see that the request embarrassed her. So I went alone." "Describe exactly what took place." Margaret Halley stared reflectively at the blotting-pad for a moment, and then described a typical seance at Kazmah's.
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