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return . . . till Shen-Yan'

      (there is no doubt about the name, I think) 'turned me out . . . booming

      sound . . . lascar in . . . mortuary I could ident . . . not for days,

      or suspici . . . Tuesday night in a different make . . . snatch

      . . . pigtail . . .'"

      "The pigtail again!" rapped Weymouth.

      "She evidently burned the torn-out pages all together," continued

      Smith. "They lay flat, and this was in the middle. I see the hand of

      retributive justice in that, Inspector. Now we have a reference to a

      hunchback, and what follows amounts to this: A lascar (amongst several

      other persons) went up somewhere--presumably upstairs--at Shen-Yan's,

      and did not come down again. Cadby, who was there disguised, noted a

      booming sound. Later, he identified the lascar in some mortuary. We

      have no means of fixing the date of this visit to Shen-Yan's, but I

      feel inclined to put down the 'lascar' as the dacoit who was murdered

      by Fu-Manchu! It is sheer supposition, however. But that Cadby meant

      to pay another visit to the place in a different 'make-up' or disguise,

      is evident, and that the Tuesday night proposed was last night is a

      reasonable deduction. The reference to a pigtail is principally

      interesting because of what was found on Cadby's body."

      Inspector Weymouth nodded affirmatively, and Smith glanced at his watch.

      "Exactly ten-twenty-three," he said. "I will trouble you, Inspector,

      for the freedom of your fancy wardrobe. There is time to spend an hour

      in the company of Shen-Yan's opium friends."

      Weymouth raised his eyebrows.

      "It might be risky. What about an official visit?"

      Nayland Smith laughed.

      "Worse than useless! By your own showing, the place is open to

      inspection. No; guile against guile! We are dealing with a Chinaman,

      with the incarnate essence of Eastern subtlety, with the most

      stupendous genius that the modern Orient has produced."

      "I don't believe in disguises," said Weymouth, with a certain

      truculence. "It's mostly played out, that game, and generally leads to

      failure. Still, if you're determined, sir, there's an end of it.

      Foster will make your face up. What disguise do you propose to adopt?"

      "A sort of Dago seaman, I think; something like poor Cadby. I can rely

      on my knowledge of the brutes, if I am sure of my disguise."

      "You are forgetting me, Smith," I said.

      He turned to me quickly.

      "Petrie," he replied, "it is MY business, unfortunately, but it is no

      sort of hobby."

      "You mean that you can no longer rely upon me?" I said angrily.

      Smith grasped my hand, and met my rather frigid stare with a look of

      real concern on his gaunt, bronzed face.

      "My dear old chap," he answered, "that was really unkind. You know

      that I meant something totally different."

      "It's all right, Smith;" I said, immediately ashamed of my choler, and

      wrung his hand heartily. "I can pretend to smoke opium as well as

      another. I shall be going, too, Inspector."

      As a result of this little passage of words, some twenty minutes later

      two dangerous-looking seafaring ruffians entered a waiting cab,

      accompanied by Inspector Weymouth, and were driven off into the

      wilderness of London's night. In this theatrical business there was,

      to my mind, something ridiculous--almost childish--and I could have

      laughed heartily had it not been that grim tragedy lurked so near to

      farce.

      The mere recollection that somewhere at our journey's end Fu-Manchu

      awaited us was sufficient to sober my reflections--Fu-Manchu, who, with

      all the powers represented by Nayland Smith pitted against him, pursued

      his dark schemes triumphantly, and lurked in hiding within this very

      area which was so sedulously patrolled--Fu-Manchu, whom I had never

      seen, but whose name stood for horrors indefinable! Perhaps I was

      destined to meet the terrible Chinese doctor to-night.

      I ceased to pursue a train of thought which promised to lead to morbid

      depths, and directed my attention to what Smith was saying.

      "We will drop down from Wapping and reconnoiter, as you say the place

      is close to the riverside. Then you can put us ashore somewhere below.

      Ryman can keep the launch close to the back of the premises, and your

      fellows will be hanging about near the front, near enough to hear the

      whistle."

      "Yes," assented Weymouth; "I've arranged for that. If you are

      suspected, you shall give the alarm?"

      "I don't know," said Smith thoughtfully. "Even in that event I might

      wait awhile."

      "Don't wait too long," advised the Inspector. "We shouldn't be much

      wiser if your next appearance was on the end of a grapnel, somewhere

      down Greenwich Reach, with half your fingers missing."

      The cab pulled up outside the river police depot, and Smith and I

      entered without delay, four shabby-looking fellows who had been seated

      in the office springing up to salute the Inspector, who followed us in.

      "Guthrie and Lisle," he said briskly, "get along and find a dark corner

      which commands the door of Singapore Charlie's off the old Highway.

      You look the dirtiest of the troupe, Guthrie; you might drop asleep on

      the pavement, and Lisle can argue with you about getting home. Don't

      move till you hear the whistle inside or have my orders, and note

      everybody that goes in and comes out. You other two belong to this

      division?"

      The C.I.D. men having departed, the remaining pair saluted again.

      "Well, you're on special duty to-night. You've been prompt, but don't

      stick your chests out so much. Do you know of a back way to

      Shen-Yan's?"

      The men looked at one another, and both shook their heads.

      "There's an empty shop nearly opposite, sir," replied one of them. "I

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