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Updated: June 21, 2025
As Orme knelt to search the man, another figure swung from the tree and darted northward, disappearing in the darkness. Orme did not pursue it was useless but a sickening intuition told him that the man who had escaped was the man who had the envelope. He struck a match. The man on the ground was moving uneasily and moaning. There was a scar on his forehead. It was Maku.
Orme had, meantime, walked on for a little way. He would have gone to the restaurant in an endeavor to find out what address Maku had wished, but for two reasons: The cashier might refuse to tell him, or she might have forgotten the name. In either event his opportunity to follow Maku would thus be lost and to follow Maku was still his best course.
"I guess that's about it, Mr. Holmes," he said excitedly; and Orme was much relieved to note that the life-saver's humorous reference had passed for an introduction. The policeman would have no suspicion of him now unless Maku There was an exclamation from within the room. "What's the matter?" asked the policeman, turning in the doorway.
The conductor rang the bell, and the car started forward again with its two passengers Maku within, Orme without the pursuer and the pursued. "I thought the motorman and I was going to have to chuck that chap off," commented the conductor. "If the Jap hadn't stuck a pin into him " "I don't think it was a pin. The Japanese know where to touch you so that it will hurt."
Yet she had assured him again and again that the papers were of the greatest importance. True, throughout the affair, thus far, with the exception of the blow he had given Maku, the persons concerned had offered no dangerous violence.
The spectacled passenger with the portfolio arose and got off by way of the front platform. Would Maku also take the elevated? If he did, unless he also got off the front platform, Orme would have to act quickly to keep out of sight. But Maku made no move.
This was the first evidence she had shown of nervousness, and Orme suddenly realized that enemies might be lurking among the trees. "It might be well for you to take the electric hand-lamp," she added. "It's in the kit-box, I think." He looked in the kit-box, but the lamp was not there. He told her so. "Maku may have stolen it," she said.
The blow of the wrench, then, must have cut through the skin. Well that would mean one more scar on the face of the Japanese. The other scar, how had Maku come by that? Perhaps in some battle with the Russians in Manchuria.
Orme watched the conductor go to the man who was sleeping in the corner and shake him. The man nodded his head vaguely, and settled back into slumber. Through the open door came the conductor's voice: "Wake up!" Shake "You get off here!" Shake "Wake up, there!" But the man would not awaken. Maku was sitting but a few feet from the sleeping man.
But quick though Maku was, he was not quick enough to see a motion which Orme had made immediately after the moment of recognition a motion which had even escaped the notice of the girl. Perhaps it accounted for the coolness with which Orme met his enemy's eyes. The approaching car now drew up near by, and three men jumped lightly to the road.
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