Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Extortion -- Fiction; Gangs -- Fiction
There were other people in the church. She could just distinguish
them, two in each pew, a silent, ghostly congregation, none speaking
to the other. Presently the man who had admitted her came into the
church and walked to the altar rails, and at the first words she knew
that the servants of the Crimson Circle sat in the presence of their
master.
His voice was low and muffled and hollow; she guessed he wore the veil
she had seen over his head the first night she had met him.
“My friends,” he said, and she heard every word, “the time has come
when our society will be dispersed. You have read my offer in the
public press; and you are interested to this extent, that I intend
distributing at least twenty per cent. of the money which the
Government must eventually give me amongst those who have served me.
If there are any here who are nervous that we shall be interrupted,
let me assure them that the police patrol does not pass for another
quarter of an hour, and that it is quite impossible for the sound of
my voice to reach outside the church.”
He raised his voice a little, and there was a hard note in it when he
added:
“And to those who may have treachery in their hearts, and imagine that
so widely announced a meeting might bring about my undoing, let me say
that it is impossible that I shall be captured to-night. Ladies and
gentlemen, I will not disguise from you that we are in considerable
danger. Facts which may enable the police to identify me have on two
occasions almost come to light. I have upon my tracks, Derrick Yale,
who I will not deny is a source of considerable anxiety to me, and
Inspector Parr”--he paused--“who is not to be despised. In this
supreme moment I do not hesitate to call upon every one of you for an
extraordinary effort of assistance. To-morrow you will each receive
operation orders prepared in such detail that it will be impossible
for you to misunderstand any particular requirement I have made known.
Remember that you are as much in danger as I,” he said more softly,
“and your reward shall be correspondingly great. Now you will pass out
of the church one by one, at thirty seconds interval, beginning with
the first two on the right, continuing with the first two on the left.
Go!”
At intervals these dark figures glided along the aisle and vanished
through the door to the left of the pulpit.
The man at the chancel rails waited until the church was empty and
then he, too, passed through the door into the lobby and into the
passage.
He locked the outer door and slipped the key into his pocket. The
church clock was booming the half-hour when he called a taxi-cab and
was driven westward.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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