Rushing into the outer office, they found the clerks excitedly attempting to open the door of the secretary"s office which was locked.
Kennedy drew a revolver and shot through the lock, bursting open the door.
They rushed into the room.
Clutching Hand was apparently seated in a chair at a desk, his face buried in his arms, while I was apparently disappearing through the door.
Kennedy and the clerks pounced upon the figure in the chair and tore off his mask. To their astonishment, they discovered that it was myself!
My shots had missed and Clutching Hand had leaped on me with maddened fury.
Dressed in my coat and hat, which he had deftly removed after overpowering me and subst.i.tuting his own clothes, Clutching Hand had by this time climbed through the window of the outer office and was making his way down the fire escape to the street. He reached the foot of the iron steps leaped off and ran quickly away.
Shouting a few directions to the secretary, the clerks and Elaine, Kennedy climbed through the window and darted down the fire escape in swift pursuit.
The Clutching Hand, however, managed to elude capture again. Turning the street corner he leaped into a taxi which happened to be standing there, and, hastily giving the driver directions, was driven rapidly away. By the time Kennedy reached the street Clutching Hand had disappeared.
While these exciting events were occurring in Bennett"s office some queer doings were in progress in the heart of Chinatown.
Deep underground, in one of the catacombs known only to the innermost members of the Chinese secret societies, was Long Sin"s servant, Tong Wah, popularly known as "the hider," engaged in some mysterious work.
A sinister-looking Chinaman, dressed in coolie costume, he was standing at a table in a dim and musty, high-ceilinged chamber, faced with stone and brick. Before him were several odd shaped Chinese vials, and from these he was carefully measuring certain proportions, as if concocting some powerful potion.
He stepped back and looked around suspiciously as he suddenly heard footsteps above. The next moment Long Sin, who had entered through a trap door, climbed down a long ladder and walked into the room.
Approaching Tong Wah, he asked: "When will the death-drink be ready?"
"It is now prepared," was the reply.
Long Sin took the bowl in which the liquor had been mixed, and, having examined it, he gave a nod and a grunt of satisfaction. Then he mounted the ladder again and disappeared.
As soon as he had gone Tong Wah, picking up several of the vials, went out through an iron door at the end of the room.
A few minutes later the Clutching Hand drove up to Long Sin"s house in the taxicab and, after paying the chauffeur, went to the door and knocked sharply.
In response to his knocking Long Sin appeared on the threshold and motioned to Bennett to come in, evidently astonished to see him.
As he entered, Bennett made a secret sign and said: "I am the Clutching Hand. Kennedy is close on my trail, and I have come to be hidden."
In a tone which betrayed alarm and fear the Chinaman intimated that he had no place in which Bennett could be concealed with any degree of safety.
For a moment Bennett glared savagely at Long Sin.
"I possess hidden plunder worth seven million dollars," he pleaded quickly, "and if by your aid I can make a getaway, a seventh is yours."
The Chinaman"s cupidity was clearly excited by Bennett"s offer, while the bare mention of the amount at stake was sufficient to overcome all his scruples.
After exchanging a few words he finally agreed to all the Clutching Hand said. Opening a trap door in the floor of the room in which they were standing, he led Bennett down a step-ladder into the subterranean chamber in which Tong Wah had so recently been preparing his mysterious potion. As Bennett sank into a chair and pa.s.sed his hands over his brow in utter weariness, Long Sin poured into a cup some of the liquor of death which Tong Wah had mixed. He handed it to Bennett, who drank it eagerly.
"How do you propose to help me to escape?" asked Bennett huskily.
Without a word Long Sin went to the wall, and, grasping one of the stones, pressed it back, opening a large receptacle, in which there were two gla.s.s coffins apparently containing two dead Chinamen. Pulling out the coffins, he pushed them before Bennett, who rose to his feet and gazed upon them with wonder.
Long Sin broke the silence: "These men," he said, "are not dead; but they have been in this condition for many months. It is what is called in your language suspended animation."
"Is that what you intend to do with me?" asked Bennett, shrinking back in terror.
The Chinaman nodded in affirmation as he pushed back the coffins.
Overcome by the horror of the idea Bennett, with a groan, sank back into the chair, shaking his head as if to indicate that the plan was far too terrible to carry out.
With a sinister smile and a shrug of his shoulders Long Sin pointed to the cup from which Bennett had drunk.
"But, dear master," he remarked suavely, "you have already drunk a full dose of the potion which causes insensibility, and it is overcoming you. Even now," he added, "you are too weak to rise."
Bennett made frantic efforts to move from his seat, but the potion was already taking effect, and through sheer weakness he found he was unable to get on his feet in spite of all his struggles.
With a malicious chuckle Long Sin moved closer to his victim and spoke again.
"Divulge where your seven million dollars are hidden," he suggested craftily, "and I will give you an antidote."
By this time Bennett, who was becoming more rigid each moment, was unable to speak, but by a movement of his head and an expression in his eyes he indicated that he was ready to agree to the Chinaman"s proposal.
"Where have you hidden the seven million dollars?" repeated Long Sin.
Slowly, and after a desperate struggle, Bennett managed to raise one hand and pointed to his breast pocket. The Chinaman instantly thrust in his hand and drew out a map.
For some moments Long Sin examined the map intently, and, with a grin of satisfaction, he placed it in his own pocket. Then he mixed what he declared was a sure antidote, and, pouring some of the liquor into a cup, he held it to Bennett"s lips.
As Bennett opened his mouth to drink it, Long Sin with a laugh slowly pulled the cup away and poured its contents on the floor.
Bennett"s body had now become still more rigid. Every sign of intelligence had left his face, and although his eyes did not close, a blank stare came over his countenance, indicating plainly that the drug had destroyed all consciousness.
By this time, I was slowly recovering my senses in the secretary"s office, where Bennett had left me in the disguise of the Clutching Hand. Elaine, the secretary, and the clerks were gathered round me, doing all they could to revive me.
Meanwhile, Kennedy had enlisted the aid of two detectives and was scouring the city for a trace of Bennett or the taxicab in which he had fled.
Somehow, Kennedy suspected, instinctively, that Long Sin might give a clue to Bennett"s whereabouts, and a few moments later, we were all on our way in a car to Long Sin"s house.
Though we did not know it, Long Sin, at the moment when Kennedy knocked at his door, was feeling in his inside pocket to see that the map he had taken from Bennett was perfectly safe. Finding that he had it, he smiled with his peculiar oriental guile. Then he opened the door, and stood for a moment, silent.
"Where is Bennett?" demanded Kennedy.
Long Sin eyed us all, then with a placid smile, said, "Follow me. I will show you."
He opened a trap door, and we climbed down after Craig, entering a subterranean chamber, led by Long Sin.