I reviewed my position.
The sealed letter had achieved its purpose in part. Although I had
failed to locate the house from which these people operated, I could draw
a circle on the map within which I knew it to be; and I had learned that
Zara el-Khala and the Hindu were in London. What it all meant--to what
end "The Scorpion" was working I did not know. But having learned so
much, be sure I did not despair of learning more.
It was now imperative that I should find out exactly what had occurred
at Dr. Stuart's house. Accordingly I determined to call upon the
Inspector at Scotland Yard. I presented myself towards evening of the
day following my vigil in Limehouse, sending up the card of a Bureau
confrere, for I did not intend to let it be generally known that I was
alive.
Presently I was shown up to that bare and shining room which I
remembered having visited in the past. I stood just within the doorway,
smiling. Inspector Dunbar rose, as the constable went out, and stood
looking across at me.
I had counted on striking him dumb with astonishment. He was Scottishly
unmoved.
"Well," he said, coming forward with outstretched hand, "I'm glad to
see you. I knew you would have come to us sooner or later!"
I felt that my eyes sparkled. There was no resentment within my heart.
I rejoiced.
"Look," he continued, taking a slip of paper from his note-book. "This
is a copy of a note I left with Dr. Stuart some time ago. Read it.
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