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Now, using this same method, I have made similar greatly enlarged photographs of the two bullets that have figured so far in this case. The bullet that killed Miss Curtis shows the same marks as that which killed Nichi." He picked up another bunch of prints.
One tong used revolvers of a certain make; the other of a different make. The bullet which had killed Bertha Curtis and later Nichi Moto was from a pistol like that of the Hep Sings.
"Some bullets," reported a policeman who had been rummaging further in the rubbish. "Be careful, man," cautioned Craig. "They are doped. Lay them down. Yes, this is the same gun that fired the shot at Bertha Curtis and Nichi Moto fired narcotic bullets in order to stop any one who interfered with the opium smuggling, without killing the victim."
After breakfast I sprawled on the floor ... I always sprawl on floors instead of sitting in chairs.... Swartzman and Bella Meunier and I talked and talked and talked ... of Poe ... of Baudelaire, of Balzac.... Then Nichi launched forth on a long disquisition on Japanese and Chinese art, and Mrs.
I could not catch all that was said but two words that I did catch were "the boss" and "hop toy," the latter the word for opium. No sooner had the man disappeared without joining the smokers than Nichi seemed to grow very restless and anxious. Evidently he had received orders to do something. He seemed anxious to close the place and get away.
Von Hammer said he would do his best ... after much persuasion and a few more drinks.... And Nichi Swartzman danced.... We saw, though we did not know it, the origin of modern futurist dancing there.
Kennedy relieved me of the responsibility of cooking the opium by doing it for both of us and, incidentally, dropping a hint not to inhale it and to breathe as little of it as possible. Even then it made me feel badly, though he must have contrived in some way to get even less of the stuff than I. A couple of pipes, and Kennedy beckoned to Nichi. "Where is Mr. Clendenin?" he asked familiarly.
Nichi danced with his street clothes on ... wearing his hat, in ghoulish rakishness, tipped down over his eyes ... inter-wreathing his cane with his long, skeletal, twisting legs and arms ... his eyes gleaming cat-like through merest slits.... At three o'clock in the morning we were all drunk. Before we parted we joined in singing shakily but enthusiastically Down in Bohemia Land.
"And it is the same sort of non-fatal wound, the same evidence of asphyxia, the same circumstances, even down to the red car reported by residents in the neighbourhood." Nothing further happened that day except this thickening of the plot by the murder of the peculiar-acting Nichi. We saw his body and it was as O'Connor said.
Nichi Swartzman, the tall Japanese genius, showed up, and Bella Meunier, Nichi, and I ate breakfast together. Swartzman was, and is, a magnificent talker ... a torch of inspiration burned brightly in his brain, with continual conversational fire. But he must have his drink. Several of them. Which Laston's wife poured for him abundantly.
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