"Oh, it"s no harm to the haythen," said Corson. "It"s death and destruction to the white man, but it"s no more to the yellow man than so much tobacco and whiskey. They"ll be all right to-morrow. We niver touches "em unless they takes the whites into their dens. Then we raids "em. But there"s too much of it goin" on, for all that."
"This is depressing," said Luella, with a touch on my arm. "Let"s go on."
"Turn to the right there," Corson called out, as we led the way while he was explaining to Mr. Carter the method of smoking.
"Let us get where there is some air," said Luella. "This odor is sickening."
We hastened on, and, turning to the right, soon came on two pa.s.sages.
One led up a stair, hidden by a turn after half a dozen steps. The other stretched fifty or seventy-five feet before us, and an oil lamp on a bracket at the farther end gave a smoky light to the pa.s.sage and to a mean little court on which it appeared to open.
"We had better wait for the rest," said Luella cautiously.
As she spoke, one of the doors toward the farther end of the pa.s.sage swung back, and a tall heavy figure came out. My heart gave a great bound, and I felt without realizing it at the moment, that Luella clutched my arm fiercely.
In the dim light the figure was the figure of the Wolf, the head was the head of the Wolf, and though no light shone upon it, the face was the face of the Wolf, livid, distorted with anger, fear and brutal pa.s.sions.
"Doddridge Knapp!" I exclaimed, and gave a step forward.
It flashed on me that one mystery was explained. I had found out why the Doddridge Knapp of plot and counterplot, and the Doddridge Knapp who was the generous and confidential employer, could dwell in the same body.
The King of the Street was a slave of the Black Smoke, and, like many another, went mad under the influence of the subtle drug.
As I moved forward, Luella clung to me and gave a low cry. The Wolf figure threw one malignant look at us and was gone.
"Take me home, oh, take me home!" cried Luella in low suppressed tones, trembling and half-falling. I put my arm about her to support her.
"What is it?" I asked.
She leaned upon me for one moment, and the black walls and gloomy pa.s.sage became a palace filled with flowers. Then her strength and resolution returned, and she shook herself free.
"Come; let us go back to the others," she said a little unsteadily. "We should not have left them."
"Certainly," I replied. "They ought to be here by this time."
But as we turned, a sudden cry sounded as of an order given. There was a bang of wood and a click of metal, and, as we looked, we saw that unseen hands had closed the way to our return. A barred and iron-bound door was locked in our faces.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE BATTLE IN THE MAZE
For an instant I was overwhelmed with terror and self-reproach. The bolted door before me gave notice of danger as plainly as though the word had been painted upon its front. The dark and lowering walls of the pa.s.sage in which the Wolf figure of Doddridge Knapp had appeared and disappeared whispered threats. The close air was heavy with the suggestion of peril, and the solitary lamp that gave its dim light from the end of the pa.s.sage flashed a smoky warning. And I, in my folly and carelessness, had brought Luella Knapp into this place and exposed her to the dangers that encircled me. It was this thought that, for the moment, unnerved me.
"What does this mean?" asked Luella in a matter-of-fact tone.
"It is a poor practical joke, I fear," said I lightly. I took occasion to shift a revolver to my overcoat pocket.
"Well, aren"t you going to get me out of here?" she asked with a little suggestion of impatience.
"That is my present intention," I replied, beating a tattoo on the door.
"You"ll hurt your fists," she said. "You must find some way besides beating it down."
"I"m trying to bring our friends here," said I. "They should have been with us before now."
"Isn"t there another way out?" asked Luella.
"I suspect there are a good many ways out," I replied, "but, unfortunately, I don"t know them." And I gave a few resounding kicks on the door.
"Where does this stairway go, I wonder?" said Luella.
"Into the celestial regions, I suppose," I ventured.
Matters were in too serious a position for the jest to be appreciated, and Luella continued:
"It can"t be the way out. Isn"t there another?"
"We might try the pa.s.sage."
She gave a shudder and shrank toward me.
"No, no," she cried in a low voice. "Try the door again. Somebody must hear you, and it may be opened."
I followed her suggestion with a rain of kicks, emphasized with a shout that made the echoes ring gloomily in the pa.s.sage.
I heard in reply a sound of voices, and then an answering shout, and the steps of men running.
"Are you there, Mr. Wilton?" cried the voice of Corson through the door.
"Yes, all safe," I answered.
"Well, just hold on a bit, and we"ll--"
The rest of his sentence was lost in a suppressed scream from Luella.
I turned and darted before her, just in time to face three Chinese ruffians who were hastening down the pa.s.sage. The nearest of the trio, a tall dark savage with a deep scar across his cheek, was just reaching out his hand to seize Luella when I sprang forward and planted a blow square upon his chin. He fell back heavily, lifted almost off his feet by my impact, and lay like a log on the floor.
The other two ruffians halted irresolute for an instant, and I drew my revolver. In the faint light of the pa.s.sage I could scarcely see their villainous faces. The countenance of the coolie is not expressive at best, but I could feel, rather than see, the stolid rascality of their appearance. Their wish seemed to be to take me alive if possible. After a moment of hesitation there was a muttered exclamation and one of the desperadoes drew his hand from his blouse.
"Oh!" cried Luella. "He"s got a knife!"
Before he could make another movement I fired once, twice, three times.
There was a scramble and scuffle in the pa.s.sageway, and the smoke rolled thick in front, blotting out the scene that had stood in silhouette before us.
Fearful of a rush from the Chinese, I threw one arm about Luella, and, keeping my body between her and possible attack, guided her to the stair that led upward at nearly right angles from the pa.s.sage. She was trembling and her breath came short, but her spirit had not quailed. She shook herself free as I placed her on the first step.
"Have you killed them?" she asked quietly.