The Quest of the Sacred Slipper HTML version
33. How We Were Reinforced
Hilton, I learned, was living the simple life at "Uplands." The place was not yet decorated
and was only partly furnished. But with his man, Soar, he had been in solitary occupation
for a week.
"Feel better now?" he asked anxiously.
I reached for my tumbler and blew a cloud of smoke into the air. I could hear Soar's
footsteps as he made the round of bolts and bars, testing each anxiously.
"Thanks, Hilton," I said. "I'm quite all right. You are naturally wondering what the devil
it all means? Well, then, I wired you from Euston that I was coming by the 6:55
"H Post Office shuts at 7. I shall get your wire in the morning!"
"That explains your failing to meet me. Now for my explanation!"
"Surrounding this house at the present moment," I continued, "are members of an Eastern
organization - the Hashishin, founded in Khorassan in the eleventh century and
"Do you mean it, Cavanagh?"
"I do! One Hassan of Aleppo is the present Sheikh of the order, and he has come to
England, bringing a fiendish company in his train, in pursuit of the sacred slipper of
Mohammed, which was stolen by the late Professor Deeping - "
"Surely I have read something about this?"
"Probably. Deeping was murdered by Hassan! The slipper was placed in the Antiquarian
Museum - "
"From which it was stolen again!"
"Correct - by Earl Dexter, America's foremost crook! But the real facts have never got
into print. I am the only pressman who knows them, and I have good reason for keeping
my knowledge to myself! Dexter is dead (I believe I saw his ghost to-day). But although,
to the best of my knowledge, the accursed slipper is in the hands of Hassan and
Company, I have been watched since I left Euston, and on my way to "Uplands" my life
"For God's sake, why?"