Part 19 (1/2)

Craig had been rummaging among some warlike instruments which Sato, with the instincts of a true salesman, was now displaying, and had picked up a bow. It was short, very strong, and made of pine wood. He held it horizontally and tw.a.n.ged the string. I looked up in time to catch a pleased expression on the face of Otaka.

”Most people would have held it the other way,” commented Sato.

Craig said nothing, but was examining an arrow, almost twenty inches long and thick, made of cane, with a point of metal very sharp but badly fastened. He fingered the deep blood groove in the scooplike head of the arrow and looked at it carefully.

”I'll take that,” he said, ”only I wish it were one with the regular reddish-brown lump in it.”

”Oh, but, honorable sir,” apologized Sato, ”the j.a.panese law prohibits that, now. There are few of those, and they are very valuable.”

”I suppose so,” agreed Craig. ”This will do, though. You have a wonderful shop here, Sato. Some time, when I feel richer, I mean to come in again. No, thank you, you need not send them; I'll carry them.”

We bowed ourselves out, promising to come again when Sato received a new consignment from the Orient which he was expecting.

”That other j.a.p is a peculiar fellow,” I observed, as we walked along uptown again.

”He isn't a j.a.p,” remarked Craig. ”He is an Ainu, one of the aborigines who have been driven northward into the island of Yezo.”

”An Ainu?” I repeated.

”Yes. Generally thought, now, to be a white race and nearer of kin to Europeans than Asiatics. The j.a.panese have pushed them northward and are now trying to civilize them. They are a dirty, hairy race, but when they are brought under civilizing influences they adapt themselves to their environment and make very good servants. Still, they are on about the lowest scale of humanity.”

”I thought Otaka was very mild,” I commented.

”They are a most inoffensive and peaceable people usually,” he answered, ”good-natured and amenable to authority. But they become dangerous when driven to despair by cruel treatment. The j.a.panese government is very considerate of them--but not all j.a.panese are.”

CHAPTER XII

THE ARROW POISON

Far into the night Craig was engaged in some very delicate and minute microscopic work in the laboratory.

We were about to leave when there was a gentle tap on the door. Kennedy opened it and admitted a young man, the operative of the detective agency who had been shadowing Bernardo. His report was very brief, but, to me at least, significant. Bernardo, on his return to the museum, had evidently read the letter, which had agitated him very much, for a few moments later he hurriedly left and went downtown to the Prince Henry Hotel. The operative had casually edged up to the desk and overheard whom he asked for. It was Senora Herreria. Once again, later in the evening, he had asked for her, but she was still out.

It was quite early the next morning, when Kennedy had resumed his careful microscopic work, that the telephone bell rang, and he answered it mechanically. But a moment later a look of intense surprise crossed his face.

”It was from Doctor Leslie,” he announced, hanging up the receiver quickly. ”He has a most peculiar case which he wants me to see--a woman.”

Kennedy called a cab, and, at a furious pace, we dashed across the city and down to the Metropolitan Hospital, where Doctor Leslie was waiting.

He met us eagerly and conducted us to a little room where, lying motionless on a bed, was a woman.

She was a striking-looking woman, dark of hair and skin, and in life she must have been sensuously attractive. But now her face was drawn and contorted--with the same ghastly look that had been on the face of Northrop.

”She died in a cab,” explained Doctor Leslie, ”before they could get her to the hospital. At first they suspected the cab driver. But he seems to have proved his innocence. He picked her up last night on Fifth Avenue, reeling--thought she was intoxicated. And, in fact, he seems to have been right. Our tests have shown a great deal of alcohol present, but nothing like enough to have had such a serious effect.”

”She told nothing of herself?” asked Kennedy.

”No; she was pretty far gone when the cabby answered her signal. All he could get out of her was a word that sounded like 'Curio-curio.' He says she seemed to complain of something about her mouth and head. Her face was drawn and shrunken; her hands were cold and clammy, and then convulsions came on. He called an ambulance, but she was past saving when it arrived. The numbness seemed to have extended over all her body; swallowing was impossible; there was entire loss of her voice as well as sight, and death took place by syncope.”

”Have you any clue to the cause of her death?” asked Craig.