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Updated: June 21, 2025
Maku had undoubtedly secured a car and had driven it to the vicinity of the Rookery in response to a telephoned order from Alcatrante, transmitted, in all likelihood, through the Japanese minister. The appearance of the car on La Salle Street had been expected by the South American.
And now it came again into his possession just at the moment to prove that he was on the right track in his search for Maku and the man who had the papers. The queerest coincidence was that the bill would never have come into his possession at all, had it not been for his first meeting with the girl who at that very time was herself searching for it.
Even in that moment Orme caught a glimpse of a mirror in the farther room, and knew that the Japanese had seen his reflection. At this instant another man appeared, close behind Arima. A bandage was wrapped around his head. It was Maku, who presumably had been in the apartment all the time. Orme stood little chance of overcoming the two.
Disappointed, baffled, he turned eastward and walked with long strides back toward the car-line. He did not look to see whether Maku was behind him. That did not matter now. He had missed his second opportunity since the other Japanese escaped him in the university campus.
"She seems to have been beached up north here a little way." "She may have been. Or they've been lying to out there." In Orme's mind arose a surmise that in this motor-boat Maku and his companion had come from Chicago. The surmise was so strong as to develop quickly into a certainty. And if the Japanese had come by this boat, it stood to reason that the one who had the papers was escaping in it.
Through the window Orme saw him walk to the cashier's desk and apparently ask a question. In answer, the woman behind the desk-pointed to a huge book which lay on the counter near by. Orme recognized it as the city directory. For some time Maku studied the pages.
But I bet I pass on a lot of counterfeits without knowin' it." "Very likely. The Jap has evidently finished his English lesson. See how carefully he folds the bill before he puts it away." "We're comin' to the barns," said the conductor. "Far as we go." As he spoke, the car slowed down and stopped, and Maku arose from his seat.
The same night on which the Bāb arrived at Zanjan on his way to Tabriz and Maku, Mullā Muḥammad 'Ali was secretly conveyed to Tihran. In this way one dangerous influence, much dreaded at court, was removed. And in Tihran he remained till the death of Muḥammad Shah, and the accession of Nasiru'd-din Shah.
"You here?" "At your service." He smiled, and turned his eyes for an instant on her companion. The face of the Japanese was a study. His eyes were narrowed to thin slits, and his mouth was formed into a meaningless grin. Orme spoke to the Japanese in French. "Maku has confessed," he said. "He is under arrest." The face of the Japanese did not change.
The name did not matter. She was his, and that was enough. Near the book lay an empty envelope, addressed to he averted his eyes. He found himself wondering whether Poritol was still kneeling in the field, and whether Maku was still running, and whether the Japanese minister was still telling charming stories on the porch at Arradale.
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