Sin scornfully, "but do
something, think; don't leave everything to me. She screamed tonight--
and someone heard her. They are searching the river bank from door to
door."
"Lo!" murmured Sin Sin Wa, "even this I had learned, nor failed to
heed the beating of a distant drum. And why did she scream?"
"I was--keeping her asleep; and the prick of the needle woke her."
"Tchee, tchee," crooned Sin Sin Wa, his voice sinking lower and lower
and his eye nearly closing. "But still she lives--and is beautiful."
"Beautiful!" mocked Mrs. Sin. "A doll-woman, bloodless and nerveless!"
"So--so. Yet she, so bloodless and nerveless, unmasked the secret of
Kazmah, and she, so bloodless and nerveless, struck down--"
Mrs. Sin ground her teeth together audibly.
"Yes, yes!" she said in sibilant Chinese. "She is a robber, a thief, a
murderess." She bent over the unconscious woman, her jewel-laden
fingers crooked and menacing. "With my bare hands I would strangle
her, but--"
"There must be no marks of violence when she is found in the river.
Tchee, chee--it is a pity."
"Number one p'lice chop, lo!" croaked the raven, following this remark
with the police-whistle imitation.
Mrs. Sin turned and stared fiercely at the one-eyed bird.
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