Seton sometimes swore under his breath. Kerry chewed
incessantly. But George never came.
At that eerie hour of the night when all things living, from the
lowest to the highest, nor excepting Mother Earth herself, grow
chilled, when all Nature's perishable handiwork feels the touch of
death--a wild, sudden cry rang out, a wailing, sorrowful cry, that
seemed to come from nowhere, from everywhere, from the bank, from the
stream; that rose and fell and died sobbing into the hushed whisper of
the tide.
Seton's hand fastened like a vise on to Kerry's shoulder, and:
"Merciful God!" he whispered; "what was it? Who was it?"
"If it wasn't a spirit it was a woman," replied Kerry hoarsely; "and a
woman very near to her end."
"Kerry!"--Seton Pasha had dropped all formality--"Kerry--if it calls
for all the men that Scotland Yard can muster, we must search every
building, down to the smallest rathole in the floor, on this bank--and
do it by dawn!"
"We'll do it," rapped Kerry.
PART FOURTH
THE EYE OF SIN SIN WA
CHAPTER XXXII
CHINESE MAGIC
Detective-Sergeant Coombes and three assistants watched the house of
Sin Sin Wa, and any one of the three would have been prepared to swear
"on the Book" that Sin Sin Wa was sleeping.
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