The Quest of the Sacred Slipper Part 4
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"You searched for the murderer, of course?" asked Bristol.
"You can see, sir," replied the officer, "that there isn't a spot in the room where a man could hide! And there was n.o.body in here when we forced the door!"
"Why!" cried my companion suddenly. "The Professor has a chisel in his hand!"
"Yes. I think he must have been trying to prise open that box yonder when he was attacked."
Bristol and I looked, together, at an oblong box which lay upon the floor near the murdered man. It was a kind of small packing case, addressed to Professor Deeping, and evidently had not been opened.
"When did this arrive?" asked Bristol. Lester, the Professor's man, who had entered the room, replied shakily--
"It came by carrier, sir, just before I went out."
"Was he expecting it?"
"I don't think so."
Inspector Bristol and the officer dragged the box fully into the light. It was some three feet long by one foot square, and solidly constructed.
"It is perfectly evident," remarked Bristol, "that the murderer stayed to search for--"
"The key of the safe!"
"Exactly. If the men really heard sounds here, it would appear that the a.s.sa.s.sin was still searching at that time."
"I a.s.sure you," the officer interrupted, "that there was no living thing in the room when we entered."
Bristol and I looked at one another in horrified wonder.
"It's incomprehensible!" he said.
"See if the key is in the place mentioned by the Professor, Mr.
Cavanagh, whilst I break the box."
I went to a great, open bookcase, which the frantic searcher seemed to have overlooked. Removing the bulky "a.s.syrian Mythology," there, behind the volume, lay an envelope, containing a key, and a short letter. Not caring to approach more closely to the table and to that which lay beneath it, I was peering at the small writing, in the semi-gloom by the bookcase, when Bristol cried--
"This box is unopenable by ordinary means! I shall have to smash it!"
At his words, I joined him where he knelt on the floor.
Mysteriously, the chest had defied all his efforts.
"There's a pick-axe in the garden," volunteered Lester. "Shall I bring it?"
"Yes."
The man ran off.
"I see the key is safe," said Bristol. "Possibly the letter may throw some light upon all this."
"Let us hope so," I replied. "You might read it."
He took the letter from my hand, stepped up to the table, and by the light of the lamp read as follows--
My Dear Cavanagh,--
It has now become apparent to me that my life is in imminent danger.
You know of the inexplicable outrages which marked my homeward journey, and if this letter come to your hand it will be because these have culminated in my death.
The idea of a pursuing scimitar is not new to me. This phenomenon, which I have now witnessed three times, is fairly easy of explanation, but its significance is singular. It is said to be one of the devices whereby the Has.h.i.+s.h.i.+n warn those whom they have marked down for destruction, and is called, in the East, "The Scimitar of Ha.s.san."
The Has.h.i.+s.h.i.+n were the members of a Moslem secret society, founded in 1090 by one Ha.s.san of Khora.s.san. There is a persistent tradition in parts of the Orient that this sect still flourishes in a.s.syria, under the rule of a certain Ha.s.san of Aleppo, the Sheikh-al-jebal, or supreme lord of the Has.h.i.+s.h.i.+n. My careful inquiries, however, at the time that I was preparing matter for my "a.s.syrian Mythology,"
failed to discover any trace of such a person or such a group.
I accordingly a.s.sumed Ha.s.san to be a myth--a first cousin to the ginn. I was wrong. He exists. And by my supremely rash act I have incurred his vengeance, for Ha.s.san of Aleppo is the self-appointed guardian of the traditions and relics of Mohammed.
And I have Stolen one of the holy slippers of the Prophet!
He, with some of his servants, has followed me from Mecca to England. My precautions have enabled me to retain the relic, but you have seen what fate befell all those others who even touched the receptacle containing it.
If I fall a victim to the Has.h.i.+s.h.i.+n, I am uncertain how you, as my confidant, will fare. Therefore I have locked the slipper in my safe and to you entrust the key. I append particulars of the lock combination; but I warn you--do not open the safe. If their wrath be visited upon you, your possession of the key may prove a safeguard.
Take the copy of "a.s.syrian Mythology." You will find in it all that I learned respecting the Has.h.i.+s.h.i.+n. If I am doomed to be a.s.sa.s.sinated, it may aid you; if not in avenging me, in saving others from my fate. I fear I shall never see you again. A cloud of horror settles upon me like a pall. Do not touch the slipper, nor the case containing it.
EDWARD DEEPING.
"It is almost incredible!" I said hoa.r.s.ely.
Bristol returned the letter to me without a word, and turning to Lester, who had reentered carrying a heavy pick-axe, he attacked the oblong box with savage energy.
Through the house of death the sound of the blows echoed and rang with a sort of sacrilegious mockery. The box fell to pieces.
"My G.o.d! look, sir!"
Lester was the trembling speaker.
The box, I have said, was but three feet long by one foot square, and had clearly defied poor Deeping's efforts to open it. But a crescent-shaped knife, wet with blood, lay within!
CHAPTER V
THE OCCUPANT OF THE BOX
Dimly to my ears came the ceaseless murmur of London. The night now was far advanced, and not a sound disturbed the silence of the court below my windows.
Professor Deeping's "a.s.syrian Mythology" lay open before me, beside it my notebook. A coal dropped from the fire, and I half started up out of my chair. My nerves were all awry, and I had more than my horrible memories of the murdered man to thank for it. Let me explain what I mean.
When, after a.s.sisting, or endeavouring to a.s.sist, Bristol at his elaborate inquiries, I had at last returned to my chambers, I had become the victim of a singular delusion--though one common enough in the case of persons whose nerves are overwrought. I had thought myself followed.
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