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Updated: June 22, 2025
We quit Kivira early, and paddling S. 25o W., make the famous fish-market in the little island Kabizia, just in time to breakfast on a freshly-caught fish, the celebrated Singa, a large, ugly, black-backed monster, with white belly, small fins, and long barbs, but no scales.
"In two, three, or in perhaps more of the 'dope sticks, as my friend Donovan calls them, he shoved a fine needle, the tip of which was dipped in some swift, subtle Indian poison, the secret of which these two alone, perhaps, knew. "With the cigarettes in his possession it was easy enough for Singa Phut to smoke some and extract a needle from another. It was probably marked in some secret way.
We have bought some odd things from him for our customers, queer bead necklaces and the like. He left the watch with my cousin, who told me to repair it. It needed a new case-spring and some of the screws were loose." "How did Mrs. Darcy come to have the watch in her hand?" Carroll demanded. "That I couldn't say." "What sort of a man is this Indian Singa Singa " began Thong, hesitatingly.
I think this is what happened, though I may be wrong. "Singa Phut, for purposes of his own, had this poisoned watch in his possession. He, of course, knew just what it would do, and how to set it so that if a person, at a certain hour, took it into his or her hands, and exerted any pressure on the rim, the needle would shoot out and puncture the flesh. The poison on the point then caused death."
He may provide us with a clew that will make it possible to prove Darcy innocent more directly than by the inference of Singa Phut." "And do you think Singa Phut killed his partner with the watch also, Colonel?" asked Jack. "No.
I wonder if it won't be best to have Kettridge come here and perform the autopsy on that watch," and he looked toward the closet where he had placed the one that had belonged to Singa Phut. "If I can look inside that, and see whether or not the mechanism is so obvious that Darcy must have stumbled on it when he started to repair it if he did then, well, that complicates matters.
It made the cell very bright, and by the glare the colonel gathered up a number of the cigarettes. Some had been smoked down to a mere stub; others had not been lighted, and two or three were broken in half, neither end showing signs of either having been scorched by a match or wet by the lips of Singa Phut. "Queer he'd waste 'em that way," observed Donovan.
Singa Phut didn't like the kind we keep, and he had to have his own fancy kind. He's had 'em before, so we knew they was all right." "Was that all?" "Every blessed thing that was in the package. So we let him have the cigarettes. That was about four o'clock. He was dead at eight. Here comes the doctor now. Maybe he can tell you something."
But dere's been annudder murder in town." "Another murder?" "Yes, Colonel. Boys on de streets yellin' extry papers now, all 'bout de murder." "Who is it? Where? When did it happen?" "Jest 'bout a hour ago. It's a man a Indian man whut kept a curiosity shop de same place where yo' an' me was lookin' at dem funny snake candlesticks las' week." "Singa Phut's place? Great Scott, Shag!
Singa Phut's body had been removed to another part of the jail. But the cell was as it had been when the final summons came to the East Indian. There were the few poor possessions he had been allowed to have with him simple and apparently safe enough.
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