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the scene--that a shadowy form had slunk back furtively at my approach. But the night gave up no sound in confirmation of this, and I could detect no sign of any lurker. I stooped over the Chinaman (for a Chinaman it was) who lay at my feet, and directed the ray of my pocket-lamp upon his yellow and contorted countenance. I suppressed a cry of surprise and horror. Despite the human impossibility referred to by the missing fireman, this particular Chinaman had joined the shades of his ancestors. I think that final blow, which had felled him, had brought his shaven skull in such violent contact with the wall that he had died of the thundering concussion set up. Kneeling there and looking into his upturned eyes, I became aware that my position was not an enviable one, particularly since I felt little disposed to set the law on the track of the real culprit. For this man who now lay dead at my feet was doubtless one of the pair who had attempted the life of the fireman of the Jupiter. That my seafaring acquaintance had designed to kill the Chinaman I did not believe, despite his stormy words: the death had been an accident, and (perhaps my morality was over-broad) I considered the assault to have been justified. Now my ideas led me further yet. The dead Chinaman wore a rough blue coat, and gingerly, for I found the contact repulsive, I inserted my hand into the inside pocket. Immediately my fingers closed upon a familiar object--and I stood up, whistling slightly, and dangling in my left hand the missing pigtail! Beyond doubt Justice had guided the seaman's blows. This was the man who had murdered my dark-eyed visitor! I stood perfectly still, directing the little white ray of my flashlight upon the pigtail in my hand. I realized that my position, difficult before, now was become impossible; the possession of the pigtail compromised me hopelessly. What should I do? "My God!" I said aloud, "what does it all mean?" "It means," said a gruff voice, "that it was lucky I was following you and saw what happened!" I whirled about, my heart leaping wildly. Detective-Sergeant Durham was standing watching me, a grim smile upon his face! I laughed rather shakily. "Lucky indeed!" I said. "Thank God you're here. This pigtail is a nightmare which threatens to drive me mad!" The detective advanced and knelt beside the crumpled-up figure on the ground. He examined it briefly, and then stood up. "The fact tha
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