The Quest of the Sacred Slipper eBook

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Wyatt’s Buildings, Waterloo Road, are a gloomy and forbidding block of dwellings which seem to frown sullenly upon the high road, from which they are divided by a dark and dirty courtyard.  Passing an iron gateway, you enter, by way of an arch, into this sinister place of uncleanness.  Male residents in their shirt sleeves lounge against the several entrances.  Bedraggled women nurse dirty infants and sit in groups upon the stone steps, rendering them almost impassable.  But to-night a thing had happened in Wyatt’s Buildings which had awakened in the inhabitants, hardened to sordid crime, a sort of torpid interest.

Faces peered from most of the windows which commanded a view of the courtyard, looking like pallid blotches against the darkness; but a number of police confined the loungers within their several doorways, so that the yard itself was comparatively clear.

I had had some difficulty in forcing a way through the crowd which thronged the entrance, but finally I found myself standing beside Inspector Bristol and looking down upon that which had brought us both to Wyatt’s Buildings.

There was no moon that night, and only the light of the lamp in the archway, with some faint glimmers from the stairways surrounding the court, reached the dirty paving.  Bristol directed the light of a pocket-lamp upon the hunched-up figure which lay in the dust, and I saw it to be that of a dwarfish creature, yellow skinned and wearing only a dark loin cloth.  He had a malformed and disproportionate head, a head that had been too large even for a big man.  I knew after first glance that this was one of the horrible dwarfs employed by the Hashishin in their murderous business.  It might even be the one who had killed Deeping; but this was impossible to determine by reason of the fact that the hideous, swollen head, together with the features, was completely crushed.  I shall not describe the creature’s appearance in further detail.

Having given me an opportunity to examine the dead dwarf, Bristol returned the electric lamp to his pocket and stood looking at me in the semi-gloom.  A constable stood on duty quite near to us, and others guarded the archway and the doors to the dwellings.  The murmur of subdued voices echoed hollowly in the wells of the staircases, and a constant excited murmur proceeded from the crowd at the entrance.  No pressmen had yet been admitted, though numbers of them were at the gates.

“It happened less than an hour ago,” said Bristol.  “The place was much as you see it now, and from what I can gather there came the sound of a shot and several people saw the dwarf fall through the air and drop where he lies!”

The light was insufficient to show the expression upon the speaker’s face, but his voice told of a great wonder.

“It is a bit like an Indian conjuring trick,” I said, looking up to the sky above us; “who fired the shot?”

“So far,” replied Bristol, “I have failed to find out; but there’s a bullet in the thing’s head.  He was dead before he reached the pavement.”

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