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Updated: May 13, 2025
And the last sounds he heard, as he lay with face hideously congested and empurpled, eyeballs starting from their deep sockets, and swollen tongue protruding, were words spoken by Shaik Tsin as that one knelt over him, one hand holding fast the ends of the bowstring that had cut off forever the blessed breath of life, the other flourishing a half-sheet of notepaper. "Fool!
Then, to the injunction, "Tell me what you are to do to-morrow night?" she repeated in a toneless voice every item of the programme outlined for her, while Victor nodded in undisguised delight, and Shaik Tsin grinned blandly over her head.
Further and frantic importuning of the cold and unresponsive wire presently was silenced by a new voice, little like that of Shaik Tsin. "Hello? Who's there? I say: that you, Prince Victor?" Involuntarily Victor cried: "Karslake!" "What gorgeous luck! I've been wanting a word with you all evening." "What has happened? Why did Shaik Tsin ?"
"To what lengths will he not go to cover up his daughter's shame, if it threatens to become public that she is a thief? I do nothing without purpose, Shaik Tsin." "That is to say, you have to-night taken out insurance against punishment if this other business fails." "If it fail, others may suffer, but if necessary the Lone Wolf himself will arrange my escape from England."
"Yes, sir?" "Where is the Princess Sofia?" "In 'er apartment, sir." "And Mr. Karslake?" "In 'is." "Then be good enough to send Shaik Tsin to me." "Yes, sir." "And, Nogam!" the servant checked in the act of turning "I shan't need you again to-night." "'Nk you, sir."
The inventor started violently, but no more so than every man about the table. Even Number One, shocked out of his lounging pose, grasped the arms of his throne with convulsive hands. Quietly and without a hint of hurry, the Chinese, Shaik Tsin, moved back into the shadows and, unnoticed, disappeared behind a screen.
I am the youngest of you, and not the hardest worked, yet I feel that the strain of our toil is wearing me out. What must it be with you? You are dying slowly. If we make an attempt to escape and fail we shall die quickly, that is all the difference. What is to be is written, is it not so, Shaik Abdullah?" "Even so, sahib," replied the second Biluchi, "it is written. Who can escape his fate?"
A pace or two in the rear Shaik Tsin, with impassive face and arms folded in voluminous sleeves, waited as might a bodyguard. A sardonic glimmer in eyes half visible under heavy lids alone betrayed relish of the situation, the homage commanded and the sensation created by this inopportune and unheralded arrival: deliberately Number One mounted the dais and posed himself in the throne-like chair.
"I've seen him to-night, talked with him not two hours since." "You have been in London?" she questioned "to-night?" "Rather! Victor sent me." Lanyard laughed lightly. "You didn't know, of course, but well, I gave him reason to suspect me, so he sent me up to be assassinated by Shaik Tsin.
Victor rang, and Shaik Tsin presented himself so quickly that Sofia wondered dully where he could have been waiting. In the room with them, perhaps? It wasn't impossible. The Chinaman's thick soles of felt enabled him to move about without making the least noise. "Have this posted immediately." Shaik Tsin bowed deeply, and backed away with the letter.
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