Adventure stories; Detective and mystery stories; Missing persons -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
I quickened my pace, reached the door that led into the main hall and
softly opened it, sticking my head cautiously around the corner. The
big hall, with its vivid and somewhat indelicate paintings, was
deserted also, and the lights were turned low, as I remembered them
last. The last man into the big hall closed the door behind him.
“The banquet room is there,” I whispered, pointing it out to the
Chief. “And the room of the voices is beyond there. That’s the blind
corridor I told you about,” I added, pointing toward the far corner of
the hall. “I think the others are sleeping-rooms.”
The Chief stepped silently around the center table and down the hall,
with us close behind him. He laid hold of the big doors into the
banqueting hall. As he did so, a small door opened behind us, and I
turned in time to catch sight of a startled Chinese face peering
around the door which led into the blind corridor where I had talked
with Margaret. Before I could make any sign the face disappeared. The
next instant the lights went out and we were in complete darkness.
Then the Chief flung open the big doors, and we surged forward.
But the Chief and his men halted on the threshold, staring in
momentary amazement at the strange scene before them. And I too drew
up and stared over their shoulders, for I could not believe at first
that this was the same room in which I had dined only the night
before. The pillars, running around the room and forming a sort of
corridor on all four sides of it, were still there. But instead of
being apparently solid as I remembered them, they now seemed to be
formed of some semi-transparent material, through which bright lights
in their interiors made a brilliant but diffused glow in the room.
Otherwise the place was entirely changed. The big open space enclosed
by the pillars, and which had formerly held the divans, had now been
converted in some way into a shallow lake. In the middle of this lake
floated a huge and really wonderful reproduction of an Egyptian royal
barge at anchor. The water was only a couple of feet deep and
servants, waiting on the diners on the barge, were wading back and
forth between the barge and the corridor formed by the pillars. Even
the skin of these men had been browned and they were clad in
loin-cloths only.
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