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Ryman stared, but made no reply, and we went out, passing down to the breakwater and boarding the waiting launch. With her crew of three, the party numbered seven that swung out into the Pool, and, clearing the pier, drew in again and hugged the murky shore.
Weymouth laughed shortly. "Evidently you don't recognize Dr. Petrie!" he said. "Eh!" cried Ryman "Dr. Petrie! why, good heavens, Doctor, I should never have known you in a month of Bank holidays! What's afoot, then?" and he turned to Weymouth, eyebrows raised interrogatively. "It's the Fu-Manchu business again, Ryman." "Fu-Manchu! But I thought the Fu-Manchu case was off the books long ago?
"Two C. I. D. men who were shadowing, actually saw the pair of them enter. A signal had been arranged, but it was never given; and at about half past four, the place was raided." "Surely some arrests were made?" "But there was no evidence!" cried Ryman. "Every inch of the rat-burrow was searched.
Without other evidence, the fact that they both died in the same way as the dacoit would be conclusive, for we know that Fu-Manchu killed the dacoit!" "What is the meaning of the mutilated hands, Smith?" "God knows! Cadby's death was from drowning, you say?" "There are no other marks of violence." "But he was a very strong swimmer, Doctor," interrupted Inspector Ryman.
Another lies at the breakwater." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Should you care to take a run down and see for yourself?" "No, thanks," I replied, shaking my head. "You are doing all that can be done. Can you give me the address of the place to which Mr. Smith went last night?" "Certainly," said Ryman; "I thought you knew it. You remember Shen-Yan's place by Limehouse Basin?
"Back there in the fog, sir," reported Inspector Ryman, who was in charge, and his voice was under poor command, "there was an uncanny howling, and peals of laughter that I'm going to dream about for weeks " Karamaneh, who nestled beside me like a frightened child, shivered; and I knew that the needle had done its work, despite Weymouth's giant strength. Smith swallowed noisily.
The Chinese gentleman who posed as the proprietor of what he claimed to be a respectable lodging-house, offered every facility to the police. What could we do?" "I take it that the place is being watched?" "Certainly," said Ryman. "Both from the river and from the shore. Oh! they are not there! God knows where they are, but they are not there!"
All within space of an instant I saw the tide of Limehouse Reach, the Thames lapping about the green-coated timbers of a dock pier; and rising falling sometimes disclosing to the pallid light a rigid hand, sometimes a horribly bloated face I saw the body of Nayland Smith at the mercy of those oily waters. Ryman continued: "There is a launch out, too, patrolling the riverside from here to Tilbury.
Another lies at the breakwater" he jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Should you care to take a run down and see for yourself?" "No, thanks," I replied, shaking my head. "You are doing all that can be done. Can you give me the address of the place to which Mr. Smith went last night?" "Certainly," said Ryman; "I thought you knew it. You remember Shen-Yan's place by Limehouse Basin?
"Right," replied Smith thoughtfully. "I am half afraid, though, that the recent alarms may have scared our quarry your man, Mason, and then Cadby. Against which we have that, so far as he is likely to know, there has been no clew pointing to this opium den. Remember, he thinks Cadby's notes are destroyed." "The whole business is an utter mystery to me," confessed Ryman.
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