Ardatha, perhaps with the very next word which she uttered, was about to betray herself to the master of the Si-Fan!
My inclination was to take her lip and race downstairs to the street. But Fu-Manchu’s servants were watching; he had said so, and he never lied. On the other hand, few human brains could hold a secret long from those blazing green eyes. If I tried to warn her, if I failed to return, I was convinced deep within me that it would be the end of us. I thought of that gleaming tube like a hypodermic syringe of which Dr. Fu-Manchu had said:
“I hold death in my hand.”
No, I must return to the study, must allow Ardatha to say what she was there to say—and abide by the consequences.
Her manner was strangely disturbed: I had felt her trembling during those bitter-sweet moments when I had held her in my arms. Remembering her composure on the occasion of that secret visit in Venice, I knew that tonight marked some crisis in her affairs—in mine—perhaps in the history of the world.
I led her towards the study. At the doorway she looked up at me. I tried to tell her silently with my eyes (but knew how hopelessly I failed) that behind the mushrabîyeh screen Dr. Fu-Manchu was hidden.
“Sit down, dear, and let me get you a drink.”
I forced myself to speak casually, but:
“No, no, please don’t go!” she said. “I want nothing. I had to see you, but I have only a few moments in which to tell I you—oh, so many things! Please listen.” The amethyst eyes were wide open as she raised them to me. “Every second is of value. Just stay where you are and listen!”
Looking down at her, I stood there. She wore a very simple frock and her adorable creamy arms were bare. The red gleam of her windblown hair filled me with an insane longing to plunge my fingers in its living waves. I watched her. I tried to tell her…
“Although the affair of Venice was successful in its main purpose,” she went on swiftly, “it failed in some other ways. High officials of the French police know that James Brownlow Wilton was stolen away from the Blue Train, that it was not James Brownlow Wilton who died on the yacht. Sir Denis—! yes?—he knows all about it too. And Baron Trenck, who silenced General Diesler, he was not given safe protection… All these things are charged against the president.”
She spoke those words with awe—the president! And watching her, watching her intently, I tried to say without moving my lips: “The president is here!”
But as a telepathist I found myself a failure, for she continued:
“I betray no Si-Fan secrets in what I tell you, because I tell you only what you know already. I am one of them—and all the wrong I have ever done has been to try to save you. Because I am a woman I cannot help myself. But now what I am here to say to you—and when I have said it I must go—is this: A new president is to be elected!”
“What!”
“By him all the power of the Si-Fan—you cannot even guess what that power is—will be turned upon Sir Denis and—you.”
She clasped her hands and stood up.
“Please, please! If you value my happiness a little bit I beseech you from my soul, when that notice comes, make him obey it! Force him to obey it! Imprison him if you like!—for I tell you, if you fail in this, nothing, nothing on earth can save him—nor you! Come to the door with me, but no further. I must go.”
“But not yet, Ardatha!”
Dr. Fu-Manchu stepped from behind the screen.
It was a situation so appalling that it seemed to dull my sensibilities. Such a weakling and traitor did I stand in my own regard that I would have welcomed complete oblivion.
Ardatha drew back from that tall cloaked figure—back and back—until she came to the wall behind her; and there, arms outstretched, she stood. The colour was draining from her cheeks, her expression was one of utter despair.
“Look at me, Ardatha”—Dr. Fu-Manchu spoke softly.
As she raised her eyes to the majestic evil of his face I thought of a hare and a cobra.
“I am satisfied”—his voice was little more than a whisper—“that your motives have been as you say, but I can no longer employ you in my personal service. Mr Kerrigan”—it was a harsh command. He raised the Ericksen tube—“be good enough to look out of your window and to report to me what you see.” Without hesitation I obeyed, stepping forward to the window so that Dr. Fu-Manchu stood behind me.
“Draw the curtain aside.”
I did so. Immediately I recognised the fact that the house was invested by the forces of the Si-Fan!
Two men over by the closed park gate unmistakably were watching the windows. Two others lingered in conversation near the door below. A big car was drawn up on the corner, and another pair were engaged in peering under the bonnet.
“Be good enough, Mr Kerrigan, to raise your hand. The signal will be understood.”
Automatically, I was about to obey… when a number of strange things happened.
A car coming from the direction of Marble Arch swung out sharply against oncoming traffic. It was pulled up by a skilful driver almost directly at my door. Another, approaching from the opposite direction, stopped with a great shrieking of brakes almost at the park gate. A third, which apparently had been following the first, checked dead on the corner of Porchester Terrace.
In a matter of seconds twelve or fifteen men were disgorged into Bayswater Road… Without a moment’s hesitation they hurled themselves upon the loiterers!
My heart leapt madly. It was the flying squad!
One warning came, and one only—a weird, minor, wailing cry—but I knew that it was meant for Dr. Fu-Manchu. Its effect was immediate. From behind me he spoke in a changed voice, harsh, gutteral:
“What has occurred? Answer.”
“The police, I think. Three cars.”
“Stay where you are. Don’t stir. Ardatha—with me.”
I stood still, fists clenched, watching the melee below.
“Bart! Bart!” Ardatha cried my name despairingly.
“Be silent! Precede me.”
I heard them hurrying along the passage. But he had said “Don’t stir,” and I did not stir. I made no move until the opening and closing of the door told me that they were gone. Then I sprang around.
Footsteps were bounding up the stairs. I could hear excited voices—and an amazing, an all but unbelievable fact dawned upon me:
Dr. Fu-Manchu was trapped!