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She snatched it quickly and began to examine it closely. "Perhaps you can imagine how those letters puzzled me," he volunteered. "Hush!" she exclaimed; and then: "Oh, this is plain. You wouldn't know, of course, but I see it clearly. There is no time to lose." "You are going to follow this clue now to-night?" "Maku will read it on the bill, and oh, these Japanese!
Maku was in the room while we were talking. Now I can see why Maku disappeared after dinner and did not return." "But how did Poritol lose the bill?" asked Orme. The girl laughed. "It was really ridiculous. He over-speeded and was caught by one of those roadside motor-car traps, ten or twelve miles out in the country. They timed him, and stopped him by a bar across the road.
It is also in a book written at Maku the Persian Bayan that the Bāb constantly refers to a subsequent far greater Person, called 'He whom God will make manifest. Altogether the harvest of sacred literature at this mountain-fortress was a rich one.
He must have run while Orme was retracing the way to the corner. And yet Maku seemed to have had no suspicion that he was being followed. The chase led quickly to a district of poor houses and shops an ill-looking, ill-smelling district, where every shadow seemed ominous.
The search continued. A piece of twine, a pocket-knife, a handkerchief, were produced in turn and inspected. At last he brought out a greenback, glancing at it twice before returning it to his pocket. Orme knew that it must be the marked bill. But Maku was looking for something else. His cheek glistened with perspiration; evidently he had lost something of value.
Orme was at the top of the steps, ready to swing quickly to the ground, if Maku left the car by the rear door. But the Japanese turned to the forward entrance. Orme waited until Maku had got to the ground, then he, too, descended. Maku did not turn at once toward the Clark Street car that was waiting to start down-town. He stood hesitant in the street.
Maku and the man at his other side were taken completely by surprise, and before they had time to recover themselves, Orme had thrown his arms around them and crushed their heads together with such force that they dropped limp and unconscious to the ground. They were out of the fight. At the first sounds of struggle, Arima turned.
Maku, who was close behind, tried to leap over Arima, but his feet went through the rungs of the chair, and he, too, crashed to the floor. As he threw the chair Orme leaped back. Before the Japanese could get out of their tangle, he had jumped over the window-sill and was running up the fire-escape. Madame Alia, was at her window, a look of startled inquiry on her face.
But there was a final question: Should he return to the all-night restaurant near the car-barns and try to learn from the cashier the address which Maku had sought? Surely she would have forgotten the name by this time. Perhaps it was a Japanese name, and, therefore, the harder to remember.
Yes, there it was the address written in an unformed hand. If he had only thought of the paper before, he would have been saved a deal of trouble would have had more sleep. He read it over several times "Three forty-one, North Parker Street" so that he would remember it, if the paper should be lost. "I'm glad Maku didn't write it in Japanese!" he exclaimed.
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