We do not know exactly where
this place is situated. What can we do?"
He shrugged his shoulders, and, with raised eyebrows, stared at Dr.
Cumberly.
"It is fairly evident," replied the other slowly, and with a repetition
of the weary upraising of his hand to his head, "it is fairly evident
that the garage used by the man Gianapolis must be very near to--most
probably adjoining--the entrance to this place of which you speak."
"Quite true," agreed the Frenchman. "But these are clever, these people
of Mr. King. They are Chinese, remember, and the Chinese--ah, I know
it!--are the most mysterious and most cunning people in the world.
The entrance to the cave of black and gold will not be as wide as a
cathedral door. A thousand men might search this garage, which, as
Detective Sowerby" (he clapped the latter on the shoulder) "informed me
this afternoon, is situated in Wharf-End Lane--all day and all night,
and become none the wiser. To-morrow evening"--he lowered his voice--"I
myself, shall be not outside, but inside that secret place; I shall
be the concierge for one night--Eh bien, that concierge will admit the
policeman!"
A groan issued from Dr. Cumberly's lips; and M. Max, with ready
sympathy, crossed the room and placed his hands upon the physician's
shoulders, looking steadfastly into his eyes.
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