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Whatever it may be, I am all anxiety to hear it. I promise that I will only act upon anything you may tell me in the event of my life, or that of another, being palpably endangered by my silence." "Very well. I want to tell you," replied Miska, "why I stay with Fo-Hi." "Who is Fo-Hi?" "I do not know!" "What!" said Stuart. "I am afraid I don't understand you."
He has alarm-bells connected with every possible point of entry." "Lead on, my friend," cried Gaston Max. "I perceive that time is precious." As the door closed upon Chunda Lal, Miska stepped back from it and stood, unconsciously, in a curiously rigid and statuesque attitude, her arms pressed to her sides and her hands directed outward.
They were about to enter the tea-room when she added: "Please don't say that until I have told you why I do what I do." Obeying a sudden impulse, he took her hand and drew it close under his arm. "No," he said; "I won't. I was a brute, Miska. Miska means 'musk', surely?" "Yes." She glanced up at him timidly. "Do you think it a pretty name?" "Very," he said, laughing.
So she lay, her whole body quivering with the frenzy of her emotions, and as she lay there, inch by inch, cautiously, the nearer door began to open. Chunda Lal looked in. Finding the room to be occupied only by Miska, he crossed rapidly to the diwan, bending over her with infinite pity and tenderness. "Miska!" he whispered softly.
Your life is your own, Miska! With the needle" yet closer he bent to her ear and even softer he spoke "he pricks your white skin no more! The vial he sends contains a harmless cordial!" "Chunda Lal!" Miska swayed again dizzily, clutching at the Hindu for support. "Quick! fly!" he said, leading her to the door. "I will see he does not pursue!" "No, no! you shall shed no blood for me! Not even his.
Madness threatened him, and he was seized by an almost incontrollable desire to shout execrations prayers he knew not what. He clenched his teeth grimly and tried to think, to plan. He had two chances: The statement left with Inspector Dunbar, in which he had mentioned the existence of a house "near Hampton Court," and ... Miska.
Half an hour after Miska had disappeared into the little house near the corner, the hidden door in the damp cellar below "The Pidgin House" opened and a bent old woman, a ragged, grey-haired and dirty figure, walked slowly up the rickety wooden stair and entered a bare room behind and below the shop and to the immediate left of the den of the opium-smoker.
Inspector Kelly uttered a short laugh; but Stuart repressed a shudder. He was never likely to forget the skeleton of the Nubian mute which had been stripped by the ants in sixty-nine minutes! "We are too late!" whispered Miska. "Oh! listen! listen!" Bells began to ring somewhere above them. "Max and Dunbar are in!" said Kelly. "Come on, sir! Follow closely, boys!"
For it was plain that his Lieutenant could not last much longer. Miska knew what was hidden in the huge cotton ball. He had seen the crushed skull and the horrible grey mess under the bloody splinters which were the brains of his poor Lieutenant, who had been such a good man and kind superior. Miska could not hope for such wonderful luck a second time.
"Yes, yes!" said Miska, looking up. "If I can get enough of the green fluid and escape. But he tell me once it was in America that he only prepares one tiny draught at a time! Listen! I must stay, and if he can be captured he must be forced to make this antidote ... Ah! go! go!"
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