Chinese -- England -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
The Major looked doubtful. "Chinamen are all so alike," he said,
"but this chap had only one eye, and was a villainous looking
beast. He declared that he knew the first Celestial had given me
the fan, and that he wanted it. I refused to give it up. He took
out a knife, and said he would slice me up. Oh," broke off the
Major looking grey and old, "however shall I forget that
terrible moment, Ainsleigh. Do you wonder that I shudder to
relate this adventure, and that I refuse to speak of it. I was
in that miserable place, in the midst of a horde of Chinamen,
bound and helpless, with a knife at my throat. I never did care
for death," said Tidman boldly, "but to be cut slowly into
slices, was more than I could stand."
"Why didn't you give up the fan then?" asked Rodgers.
"Because I made up my mind that slicing or no slicing, I wasn't
going to be bullied by a lot of heathen devils. The position was
awful, but I'm an Englishman, and I resolved to hold off to the
last moment, I dare say I would have given up the fan after all,
as the one-eyed brute began to cut me up, I lost a big toe--"
"Oh," said Rupert, while Rodgers shook his head, "did this man
cut a toe off?"
"Yes--my big toe. I was about to give in, when suddenly a small
Chinese boy dressed in red--queerly enough, as the Chinese don't
go in much for that colour--appeared and said something. The
one-eyed Chinaman scowled, and put his knife away. Then he
cleared out with the boy and his other friends and I was left
alone. Then with the loss of blood, and the pain of my toe I
fainted."
"No wonder," said Ainsleigh, "I don't blame you. Well?"
"Well, then I came to my senses in my own room. Forge was with
me and said that he had traced me to the hovel and had rescued
me with the aid of the Canton police. He declared that I would
have to leave Canton at once, or this one-eyed Chinaman would be
after me. I agreed, and with Forge I went that very day on board
a homeward-bound steamer. I thanked Forge for having helped me,
and he asked if I would give him the fan as a reward. I refused,
as I wanted to know how it could tell about Markham's death.
Forge said that if I kept possession of the fan, the one-eyed
Chinaman would track me to England and kill me. But I held out,
till I got to Marport. Then I grew weary of Forge worrying me,
particularly as he promised to do what he could to learn the
secret of the fan, and help me to marry Miss Wharf. So he took
the fan, and then, as you know, Ainsleigh, he took it out to
China again, where it fell into the hands of a pirate from whom
Clarence Burgh received it."
"But how did it get from Dr. Forge's hands into those of the
pirate?" asked Rodgers curiously.
"I don't know; you can ask Forge. He lives here?"
The detective took a note of the doctor's address. "That's all
right," he said, "there's no doubt the poor lady was killed to
procure this fan. Did you tell her of your adventure?"
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