The Golden Scorpion

raised his clenched fists and stepped to the door. Finding it locked, he stood looking toward the open screen before the window.

'Miska!' he whispered despairingly.

He crossed to the window and was about to look out, when a high-pitched electric bell began to ring in the room.

Instantly Fo-Hi closed the screen and turned, looking in the direction from whence the sound of ringing proceeded. As he did so, a second bell, in another key, began to ring—a third—a fourth.

Momentarily the veiled man exhibited evidence of indecision. Then, from beneath his robe he took a small key. Approaching an ornate cabinet set against the wall to the left of one of the lacquer doors, he inserted the key in a hidden lock, and slid the entire cabinet partly aside revealing an opening.

Fo-Hi bent, peering down into the darkness of the passage below. A muffled report came, a flash out of the blackness of the river tunnel, and a bullet passed through the end of the cabinet upon which his hand was resting, smashing an ivory statuette and shattering the glass.

Hurriedly he slid the cabinet into place again and stood with his back to it, arms outstretched.

'Miska!' he said—and a note of yet deeper despair had crept into the harsh voice.

Awhile he stood thus; then he drew himself up with dignity. The bells had ceased.

Methodically Fo-Hi began to take certain books from the shelves and to cast them into the great metal bowl which stood upon the tripod. Into the bowl he poured the contents of a large glass jar. Flames and clouds of smoke arose. He paused, listening.

Confused voices were audible, seemingly from all around him, together with a sound of vague movements.

Fo-Hi took up vials and jars and dashed them to pieces upon the tiled hearth in which the furnace rested. Test-tubes, flasks and retorts he shattered, and finally, raising the large glass case of orchids he dashed it down amid the debris of the other nameless and priceless monstrosities unknown to Western science.

Chapter 7 The Way of the Scorpion

A black cloud swept past the face of the moon and cold illumination flooded the narrow lane and patched with light the drive leading up to the front of the isolated mansion. Wrought-iron gates closed both entrances and a high wall, surmounted by broken glass and barbed wire, entirely surrounded the grounds.

'This one also is locked,' said Gaston Max, trying the gate and then peering through the bars in the direction of the gloomy house.

All the visible windows were shuttered. No ray of light showed anywhere. The house must have been pronounced deserted by anyone contemplating it.

'Upon which side do you suppose the big room to be?' asked Max.

'It is difficult to judge,' replied Stuart. 'But I am disposed to believe that it is in the front of the house and on the first floor, for I traversed a long corridor, descended several stairs, turned to the right and emerged in a part of the garden bordering the lane in which Inspector Kelly is posted.'

'I was thinking of the window and the balcony which 'The Scorpion' informed you commanded a view of Hampton Court. Hampton Court,' he turned half-left, 'lies about yonder. Therefore you are probably right, doctor; the room as you say should be in front of the house. Since we do not know how to disconnect the alarms, once we have entered the grounds it is important that we should gain access to the house immediately. Ah! morbleu! the moon disappears again!'

Darkness crept over the countryside.

'There is an iron balcony jutting out amongst the ivy just above and to the right of the porch!' cried Stuart, who had also been peering up the moon-patched drive. 'I would wager that that is the room!'

'Ah!' replied Max, 'I believe you are right. This, then is how we shall proceed: Inspector Kelly, with the aid of two men, can get over the wall near that garden door by which you came out. If they cannot force it from inside, you also must get over and lead the way to the entrance you know of. Sowerby and two more men will remain to watch the lane. The river front is well guarded. We will post a man here at this gate and one at the other. Dunbar and I will climb this one and rush straight for that balcony which we must hope to reach by climbing up the ivy. Ah! here comes Inspector Dunbar … and someone is with him!'

Dunbar appeared at the double around the corner of the lane which led riverward, and beside him ran a girl who presented a bizarre figure beside the gaunt Scotsman and a figure wildly out of place in that English riverside setting.

It was Miska, arrayed in her flimsy harem dress!

'Miska!' cried Stuart, and sprang towards her, sweeping her hungrily into his arms—forgetful of, indifferent to, the presence of Max and Dunbar.

'Ah!' sighed the Frenchman—'yes, she is beautiful!'

Trembling wildly, Miska clung to Stuart and began to speak, her English more broken than ever, because of her emotion.

'Listen—quick!' she panted. 'Oh! do not hold me so tight. I have the house-keys—look!'—she held up a bunch of keys—'but not the keys of the gates. Two men have gone to the end of the tunnel where the boat is hid beside the river. Someone—he better climb this gate and by the ivy he can reach the room in which Fo-Hi is! I come down so. You do not see me because the moon goes out and I run to the side-door. It is open. You come with me!'

She clung to Stuart, looking up into his eyes.

'Yes, yes, Miska!'

'Oh! Chunda Lal'—she choked down a sob. 'Be quick! be quick! He will kill him! he will kill him!'

'Off you go, doctor!' cried Max. 'Come along, Dunbar!'

He began to climb the ironwork of the gate.

'This way!' said Miska, dragging Stuart by the arm. 'Oh! I am wild with fear and sorrow and joy!'

'With joy, dear little Miska!' whispered Stuart, as he followed her.

They passed around the bend into the narrower lane which led toward the river and upon which the garden- door opened. Stuart detained her. If the fate of the whole world had hung in the balance—as indeed, perhaps it did—he could not have acted otherwise. He raised her bewitching face and kissed her ardently.

She trembled and clung to him rapturously.

'I live!' she whispered. 'Oh! I am mad with happiness! It is Chunda Lal that gives me life—for he tells me the truth. It is not with the living-death that he touches me; it is a trick, it is all a trick to bind me to him! Oh, Chunda Lal! Hurry! he is going to kill him!'

But supreme above all the other truths in the world, the joyous truth that Miska was to live set Stuart's heart on fire.

'Thank God!' he said fervently—'oh, thank God! Miska!'

At the garden-door a group of men awaited them. Sergeant Sowerby and two assistants remaining to watch the entrance and the lane, Miska led Stuart and the burly Inspector Kelly along that path beside the wall which Stuart so well remembered.

'Hurry!' she whispered urgently. 'We must try to reach him before … '

'You fear for Chunda Lal?' said Stuart.

'Oh, yes! He has a terrible power—Fo-Hi—which he never employs with me, until to-night. Ah! it is only Chunda Lal, who saved me! But Chunda Lal he can command with his Will. From it, once he has made anyone a slave to it, there is no escape. I have seen one in the city of Quebec, in Canada, forget all else and begin to act in obedience to the will of Fo-Hi who is thousands of miles away!'

'My God!' murmured Stuart, 'what a horrible monster!'

They had reached the open door beyond which showed the dimly lighted passage. Miska hesitated.

'Oh! I am afraid!' she whispered.

She thrust the keys into the hand of Inspector Kelly, pointing to one of them, and:

'That is the key!' she said. 'Have your pistol ready. Do not touch anything in the room and do not go in if I