Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
It was growing late by this time and the gardens were not nearly so
filled as they had been. Already there was a shade of twilight in the
calm sky and several lamps had been lighted. It was necessary to see
Diabella at once, for it might be that she would not be present in the
evening. Vernon therefore went to seek for the Egyptian tent and soon
found it standing in an isolated position at the far end of the
ground. With some skill the canvas had been erected into the square
form of a Memphis temple, and this, coloured like stone and adorned
with gaudy hieroglyphics, looked a striking object in the waning
light. Two imitation sphinxes guarded the doorway, and beside these on
either side stood two men like bronze statues with folded arms. One
was slender and the other burly, and both were natives of India in
spite of their ancient Egyptian array. Vernon, knowing what he did
know, had no difficulty in recognising Bahadur and the heavier man who
had attempted to strangle the Colonel, until prevented by his
mistress.
"Can I see Diabella?" he asked, approaching slowly and addressing
Bahadur as the more amiable-looking of the two.
"One, two, three," said the man, showing his teeth and throwing up
triple fingers. "Three to see mistress. Then you."
Vernon nodded and, resting on his cane, stared at the merry scene in
an idle manner. But his thoughts were taken up with the probable scene
which would ensue when he tore the mask from the woman's face. He
wondered if she would make an outcry and would summon her attendants,
and if so, would the sullen-looking wrestler attempt to choke him? But
Vernon resolved at the moment he removed the mask to intimate that he
knew of the assault on Colonel Towton, and so hoped that the woman
would not risk unpleasant discoveries by making an outcry but would be
willing to talk calmly. If so, then he hoped to induce her to state
how she came to be possessed of Martin Dimsdale's secret. And here
again, as it always did, came the thought that Diabela might be a
disguise for The Spider, in which case she would surely decline to
incriminate herself. If she did and refused to be frank there would be
nothing for it but to see Drench and procure her arrest. For the
moment, and now that he was on the very eve of the enterprise, Vernon
regretted that he had not brought the Inspector with him so that he
might be legally supported by the arm of the law. But it was too late
for such regrets, and when he arrived at this point of his meditations
Bahadur lifted the curtain which formed the door of the canvas temple
to intimate that the stranger might enter.
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