eyes.
'Dey iss stickin' him in der booby hatch because he ain't got all his stuff upstairs put now he iss makin' big recovery. Dose doctors, dey don't know vat to dink, but dey iss lettin' him oudt from der nut farm.'
'I wondered about that,' said Holmes. 'Then Heinrich Hublein is your son.'
'Vot kinda detectiff iss you? You should haf known dat right along. Shadow Schadie is der only man vot can valk up vails. Zo you dink some clunker iss comin' along vat can do it? Nein, he iss mine son. It's in der genes. Dot's how he done it.'
Such was the conviction and intensity of the thief's words that he did set me back on my heels, but then he paused for a moment and continued in a more reasonable tone.
'But I vill tell you diss. Vork hard he must haf to master der technique. Dis kinda t'ing, it iss not zimple.'
'Well,' said Holmes, and his calm acceptance of this strange story did grate on my nerves a bit. 'I'm delighted to learn that your son has regained his sanity, but that still doesn't explain your opportune presence in Cairo.'
Schadie regarded him suspiciously. 'You iss Sherlock Holmes, no?'
The sleuth's upraised palm halted more words from the German. 'Wait! You told me—the payoff. Inasmuch as young Heinrich is now sane, you feel an obligation to Doctor Watson and myself and followed us to Cairo.'
'Now dat's, der kind off deductions vot I'm expecting from you.' There was a glint of humor in the second- story man's eyes.
'Then I'll attempt one more. It was you who followed Doctor Watson when he visited the native quarter before. In a dark alley, not far removed from this place, you sandbagged a giant Manchurian who had captured him.'
'About Manchurians I don't know. But he vas a big fellow undt he vas a Chink.'
'Holmes, how did you ever figure that out?' I blurted.
'Oh, come now, Watson. Who ever heard of flowerpots in Cairo? You know we can carry this lucky star thing of yours just so far.'
I did bridle a bit, I must confess. 'That's all very well, Holmes, and we've had a nice discussion, but how are we going to get out of here? Mr. Schadie may be able to walk up walls, but I don't think he can walk through that door there.'
'Dot's a fact,' admitted the German.
'Now there is good reason to feel the plan we discussed will work, Watson. The advent of our welcome ally here will allow both of us to be in view and seemingly harmless.'
Suddenly the sleuth tensed and his head cocked to one side in the familiar manner that indicated his abnormally acute sense of hearing was at work.
'Quick,' he whispered, 'over by the window, Watson.'
I understood his intent immediately. From the window I would be in full view of anyone looking in through the grate in the door. Also, my form would conceal the fact that the bars had been removed. As I crossed to the aperture, Holmes handed one of the iron bars to Shadow Schadie and indicated, in dumb show, for the German to stand where the open door would conceal him. Evidently he did not have to signal Schadie what to do with the bar at his disposal.
In another moment, Holmes had joined me by the window.
'Rather glad I fastened this neckpiece since it signaled our cell to Schadie,' he said in a calm voice, his dexterous fingers unknotting the material, which he placed in a coat pocket. I could hear the footsteps that had alerted Holmes plainly, and then a face peered through the grate. Whoever it was played a lantern through the opening and into the room, and its rays rapidly found the both of us by the window. There was an exchange of Arabic from without, and then the sound of a key in the lock. The lantern remained trained on us unwaveringly. The door was opened with confidence, and the man with the lantern entered first. After him came another Arabian with an ominous-looking Mauser automatic that he held with a familiar air.
I was surprised to see one of his race with a handgun since cold steel is their most natural weapon, but Holmes had said that Chu would have recruited the most proficient of the ruffians available.
As the man with the gun gestured towards us, Holmes stepped forward as though to speak, and suddenly his right foot came up. The toe of his shoe caught the wrist of the Arab, and the Mauser spun into the air. There was a clunk in the background, and the lamp fell to the floor followed by a body. The gunman's mouth opened, but before he could utter a cry of pain or alarm, there was another soft clunk and his eyes rolled as he fell like a wet sack of grain, joining his comrade on the hard floor.
It had been but the work of a moment and the resultant sounds had been inconsequential. The door was open, our guards were unconscious, and we were free.
Holmes retrieved the lamp from the floor with a sweep of his arm, and then he had the Mauser as well.
'We're going down, Schadie. This place is crawling with Chu San Fu's people. I think we can consider your payoff as made in full, so if you want to leave the way you came, why not?'
'I could do dot,' replied Schadie. 'But dot dere iss a Cherman gun vot you got, undt I know how to use it.'
Holmes tossed the Mauser to the thief, who caught it effortlessly. 'You are so good at following people, best to lag behind. If Watson and I are apprehended, they won't be looking for a third man.'
'Zo—I'm der ace up der hole. Vell, ve giff it a try.'
Chapter Nineteen
The Clash of Two Minds
One has to become acclimated to rapidly changing situations when associated with the world's greatest detective. While I accompanied Holmes down the dark corridor outside our former cell, my brain spinning like a child's top, I was able to retain a grip on reality by virtue of the fact that positions had been switched in a similar manner in past cases as well. Only a few moments before, we had been the imprisoned ones, and now it seemed we were cast in the role of the stalkers.
Holmes had kept the lamp, and its illumination guided us to a flight of stairs leading downward. Nowhere were there light fixtures or furnishings, and the building was but a deserted shell that housed the apparatus of Chu San Fu.
'What exactly are we doing, Holmes?' I queried in a soft whisper not only inspired by a desire for secrecy but by our stark surroundings as well.
'Searching for confirmation. Since a metalworker requires heat, I feel that will be available in the furnace area of this extensive rum.'
Holmes did not elaborate on this thought and as we progressed downward, our ears attuned to any sound, it hardly seemed the time to badger him. The myriad questions that fluttered through my mind like aimless butterflies could remain unanswered for the moment. My principal concern was some means of removing ourselves from the crumbling walls of masonry that surrounded us, producing much the same depressing sensation that I had suffered through within the great pyramid.
Shadow Schadie must have been following in our wake, though no sight or sound served as a clue to his presence.
It occurred to me that if this ruin was teeming with the followers of the Oriental master-criminal, we were marching round in a most free and open manner. As though to confirm this thought, when we rounded a corner leading to the second landing, Holmes and I found ourselves face to face with a pair of villainous-looking Arabians.
Holmes immediately began speaking, quite loudly, in the fluent German that, along with other languages, he had mastered during his boyhood travels on the Continent: 'These words are for your ears, Schadie. We are facing two more Arabs, no doubt looking for the other two in the cell. Delay them by all means, ol' chap.'
With a half-gesture, Holmes acknowledged the presence of the Arabs who were gazing at us in surprise and then shouldered past them, leading me by the elbow.
I noted one of the Arabians shrug at the other, and then they continued up the stairs we had just vacated. As they disappeared, I let out a deep sigh.
'What, by all that is holy, did you do, Holmes? Hypnotize them?'
'Merely assumed that this is a multilingual establishment, Watson. A potpourri of dissidents, opportunists,
