"For Irvin's sake, save her!"
He turned to his father.
"Thank you, sir," he added, "you are always right. I shall be ready on
Tuesday. I suppose you are off again, Seton?"
"I am," was the reply. "Chief Inspector Kerry is moving heaven and
earth to find the Kazmah establishment, and I don't want to come in a
poor second."
Lord Wrexborough cleared his throat and turned in the padded revolving
chair.
"Honestly, Seton," he said, "what do you think of your chance of
success?"
Seton Pasha smiled grimly.
"Many ascribe success to wit," he replied, "and failure to bad luck;
but the Arab says 'Kismet.'"
CHAPTER XXXVIII
THE SONG OF SIN SIN WA
Mrs. Sin, aroused by her husband from the deep opium sleep, came out
into the fume-laden vault. Her dyed hair was disarranged, and her dark
eyes stared glassily before her; but even in this half-drugged state
she bore herself with the lithe carriage of a dancer, swinging her
hips lazily and pointing the toes of her high-heeled slippers.
"Awake, my wife," crooned Sin Sin Wa. "Only a fool seeks the black
smoke when the jackals sit in a ring."
Mrs. Sin gave him a glance of smiling contempt--a glance which,
passing him, rested finally upon the prone body of Chief Inspector
Kerry lying stretched upon the floor before the stove.
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