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I charged the scheme up to my snake-eyed friend and had a poorer opinion of his intelligence than I had hitherto entertained. Yet I was astonished that he should, even with the most hearty wish to bring about my downfall, contrive a plan that would inflict a heavy loss on his employer and possibly ruin him altogether. There was more beneath than I could fathom.
"Don't look around," he said. "We are watched." "The snake-eyed man?" "Did you see him, too?" His manner was careless, but his tone was troubled. "I thought I had given him the slip," he continued. "Well, there's no help for it now." "Are we to hunt for a hiding-place?" I asked doubtfully. "Oh, no; not now. I was going to take you direct to my room.
I lingered a moment by the door to see that all my party passed in. "There's Wainwright," whispered Porter, who closed the procession. "Where?" I asked, a dim remembrance of the mission on which I had sent him in pursuit of the snake-eyed man giving the information a sinister twist. Porter gave a chirrup, and Wainwright halted at the door.
"My snake-eyed friend made himself a little familiar, I'm afraid," I admitted. "It is dreadful that these dangers should follow you everywhere," said Mrs. Knapp with feeling. "You must be careful." "I have developed eyes in the back of my head," I said, smiling at her concern. "I fear you need more than that. Now tell me how it all happened, just as you saw it.
She wrestled with him where the darknesses roll their snake-eyed torrents over between jagged horns of the netherworld. She stood him in the white ray of the primal vital heat, to bear unwithering beside her the test of light. They flew, they chased, battled, embraced, disjoined, adventured apart, brought back the count of their deeds, compared them, and name the one crushed!
Occasionally a snake-eyed aborigine mingled with the throng, gazing in wonder on the scene, or a negro, granted a half-holiday, stood grinning with barbarous delight on what was more sport than punishment in his eyes.
Bewildered and apprehensive, I wondered whether, after all, the events of the night, the summons from Dicky Nahl, the walk in the darkness, the scene in the saloon, the encounter with the snake-eyed man, the riot, the rush up the dark stair, and the interview with the old crone, were not a fantastic vision from the land of dreams. I looked cautiously through the other rooms on the first floor.
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