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One of the laths was slightly displaced and over this my friend was peering in. Crouching close beside him, I peered in also. I saw the study of a business man, with its files, neatly arranged works of reference, roll-top desk, and Milner safe. Before the desk, in a revolving chair, sat Slattin.
Either I am growing too old to cope with such an adversary as Fu-Manchu, or else my intellect has become dull. I cannot seem to think clearly or consistently. For the Doctor, this crime, this removal of Slattin, is clumsy unfinished. There are two explanations. Either he, too, is losing his old cunning, or he has been interrupted!" "Interrupted!" "Take the facts, Petrie."
"Yes, my dear," Slattin was saying, and through his monocle ogling his beautiful visitor, "I shall be ready for you to-morrow night." I felt Smith start at the words. "There will be a sufficient number of men?" Kâramanèh put the question in a strangely listless way.
I could hear the sound of running feet upon the gravel, and knew that Carter was coming to join us. Burke, a heavy man with a lowering, bull-dog type of face, collapsed onto his knees beside Slattin, and began softly to laugh in little rising peals.
In fact" he turned to Smith, who, grim-faced and haggard, looked thoroughly ill in that grey light "I believe Fu-Manchu's lair is somewhere near the former opium-den of Shen-Yan 'Singapore Charlie'!" Smith nodded. "We will turn our attention in that direction," he replied, "at a very early date." Inspector Weymouth looked down at the body of Abel Slattin. "How was it done?" he asked softly.
Abel Slattin shrugged his shoulders, racially, and returned to the armchair which he had just quitted. He reseated himself, placing his hat and cane upon my writing-table. "A little agreement in black and white?" he suggested smoothly.
"I know all that," interrupted Smith. "I merely want to know what took place after the telephone call." "Well, he told me to wait up, and I was dozing in the next room to the study the dining-room when the 'phone bell aroused me. I heard the lieutenant Mr. Slattin coming out, and I ran out too, but only in time to see him taking his hat from the rack " "But he wears no hat!"
Abel Slattin shrugged his shoulders, racially, and returned to the armchair which he had just quitted. He reseated himself, placing his hat and cane upon my writing-table. "A little agreement in black and white?" he suggested smoothly.
All hands, of course, was busy for'ard, tryin' for to git some of this wreck stuff tranquillized, when all of a suddint from the poop come the old man's voice, full and round and clear, and not shrill and pipin' as we'd heerd it last, and above all the roarin' of the gale and the din of the slattin' canvas, we heerd him shout: 'Stations for wearin' ship.
Exerting a gigantic effort to regain control of himself, Burke nodded, watching my friend with a childlike eagerness. During the ensuing conversation, I examined Slattin for marks of violence; and of what I found, more anon. "In the first place," said Smith, "you say that you warned him. When did you warn him and of what?" "I warned him, sir, that it would come to this "
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