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Also, I should be glad if you would ask M. Samarkan, the manager, to see me here immediately." As I was about to quit the room "Not a word of our suspicions to M. Samarkan," he added; "not a word about the brass box." I was far along the corridor ere I remembered that which, remembered earlier, had saved me the journey. There was a telephone in every suite.
"Well, sir," said Morrison, clearing his throat again, "when the prisoner, Samarkan, was admitted, and I put him safely into his cell, he told me that he suffered from heart trouble, that he'd had an attack when he was arrested and that he thought he was threatened with another, which might kill him " "One moment," interrupted Smith, "is this confirmed by the police officer who made the arrest?"
"Yes, or no!" snapped Smith. Morrison still hesitated, and I saw his underlip twitch. Nayland Smith, taking two long strides, stood immediately in front of him, glaring grimly into his face. "This is your chance," he said emphatically; "I shall not give you another. You had met Samarkan before?"
The news which he had to impart was sufficiently startling. Samarkan was dead. "I have Warder Morrison's statement here," said Colonel Warrington, "if you will be good enough to read it " Nayland Smith rose abruptly, and began to pace up and down the little office.
Of her face, which had been notable for a sort of devilish beauty, I cannot write; it was the awful face of one who had did from strangulation. Beside her, with a Malay krîs in his heart a little, jeweled weapon that I had often seen in Zarmi's hand sprawled the obese Greek, Samarkan, a member of the Si-Fan group and sometime manager of a great London hotel!
Such, then, were the episodes that led to the arrest of M. Samarkan, and my duty as narrator of these strange matters now bears me on to the morning when Nayland Smith was hastily summoned to the prison into which the villainous Greek had been cast. We were shown immediately into the Governor's room and were invited by that much disturbed official to be seated.
"I only returned in time to see our Fenimore Cooper friend retreating through the window," he replied; "but no doubt you had a good look at him?" "I had!" I answered eagerly. "It was Samarkan!" "I thought so! I have suspected as much for a long time." "Was this the object of our visit here?" "It was one of the objects," admitted Nayland Smith evasively.
"If possible, M. Samarkan if possible," said Smith. "We have many demands upon our time." Then, abruptly, to me: "Come, Petrie, we will walk as far as Charing Cross and take a cab from the rank there." "The hall-porter can call you a cab," said M. Samarkan, solicitous for the comfort of his guests. "Thanks," snapped Smith; "we prefer to walk a little way."
"Probably, as M. Samarkan suggests, an ayah!" he said; but there was an odd note in his voice and an odd look in his eyes. "Then again, I am almost certain that Hale's warning concerning 'the man with the limp' was no empty one. Shall you open the brass chest?" "At present, decidedly no. Hale's fate renders his warning one that I dare not neglect.
Moreover, he wore his fur collar turned up, which served further to disguise him, since it concealed the greater part of his chin. But the eyes which now were searching every corner of the room, the alert, dark eyes, were strangely familiar. The black mustache, the clear-cut, aquiline nose, confirmed the impression. Our follower was M. Samarkan, manager of the New Louvre.
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