"The Buddhist formula," whispered Stuart. _"He_ is a real smoker. Heavens! the reek is choking me!" The chant was repeated, the words dying away into a long murmur. Ah-Fang-Fu continued to shuffle the cards. And presently Bill Bean's second pipe dropped from his fingers. His husky voice spoke almost inaudibly. "I'm ... old ... Bill ... Bean ... I ..." A deep-noted siren hooted dimly. "A steamer making for dock," whispered Max. _"Brr!_ it is a nightmare, this! I think in a minute something will happen. _Ssh!"_ Ah-Fang-Fu glanced slowly around. Then he stood up, raised the lamp from the table and made a tour of the bunks, shining the light in upon the faces of the occupants. Max watched him closely, hoping to learn in which bunks the members of 'The Scorpion's' group lay. But he was disappointed. Ah-Fang-Fu examined _all_ the bunks and even shone the light down upon Stuart and Max. He muttered to himself constantly, but seemed to address no one. Replacing the lamp on the box, he whistled softly; and:---- "Look!" breathed Max. "The stair again!" Stuart cautiously turned his eyes toward the open stair. On the platform above stood a bent old hag whose witch-eyes were searching the place keenly! With a curiously lithe step, for all her age, she descended, and standing behind Ah-Fang-Fu tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to the outer door. He stood up and shuffled across, went up the four steps and unbarred the door. _"Tchee, tchee,"_ he chattered. "Pidgin make a look-out." He went out and closed the door. "Something happens!" whispered Max. A gong sounded. "Ah!" The old woman approached the matting curtain hung over a portion of the wall, raised it slightly in the centre--where it opened--and disappeared beyond. "You see!" said Stuart excitedly. "Yes! it is the audience-chamber of 'The Scorpion'!" The ancient hag came out again, crossed to a bunk and touched its occupant, a Chinaman, with her hand. He immediately shot up and followed her. The two disappeared beyond the curtain. "What shall we do," said Stuart, "if _you_ are summoned?" "I shall throw open those curtains the moment I reach them, and present my pistol at the head of whoever is on the other side. You--_ssh!"_ The old woman reappeared, looked slowly around and then held the curtains slightly apart to allow of the Chinaman's coming out. He saluted her by touching his head, lips and breast with his right hand, then passed up to the door communicating with the shop, which he opened, and went out. His voice came, muffled: "Fo-Hi!" "Fo-Hi," returned the high voice of Ah-Fang-Fu. The outer door was opened and shut. The old woman went up and barred the inner door, then returned and stood by the matting curtain. The sound of the water below alone broke the silence. It was the hour of high tide. "There goes the first fish into Dunbar's net!" whispered Max. The gong sounded again.