man who heard your master curse the man who
placed the deadly reptile against his face. You made a statement to the
police, did you not?" I asked frantically.

"Yees, Mee-ster Royle--I did! I know a lot," he replied in his slow way,
stalking along in the short breeches, red velvet jacket, and fez of an
Oriental.

"You will tell me, Senos?" I said. "You will tell me everything?" I
urged. "Tell me all that you know!"

He grinned in triumph, saying:

"I know a lot--I know all. Cane killed my master--killed him with the
snake--he and Luis together. I know--I saw. But the Englishman is always
great, and his word believed by the commissary of police--not the word of
Senos. Oh, no! but I have followed; I have watched. I have been beside
Cane night and day when he never dream I was near. I tell the young lady
all the truth, and--ah!--she tell him after I beg her to be silent."

"But where is Cane now?" I asked eagerly. "Do you know?"

"The 'Red' Englishman--he with Madame Petre and Luis--he call himself
Ali, the Indian."

"Where? Can you take me to them?" I asked. "You know there is a warrant
out for their arrest?"

"I know--but----"

"But what?" I cried.

"No, not yet. I wait," he laughed. "I know every-ting. He kill my master;
I kill him. My master be very good master."

"Yes, I know he was," I said.

"That man Cane--very bad man. Your poor young laidee--ah? She not know
me. I know her. You no say you see me--eh? I tell every-ting later. You
go Ostend; I meet you. Then we see them."

"At Ostend!" I cried. "Are they there?"

"You go Ostend to-morrow. Tell me your hotel. Senos come--eh? Senos see
them with you. Oh! Oh!" he said in his quaint way, grinning from ear to
ear.

I looked at the curious figure beside me. He was the actual man who had
heard the dying cries of Sir Digby Kemsley.

"But, tell me," I urged, "have you been in London? Do you know that a
young lady died in Cane's apartment--was killed there?"

"Senos knows," he laughed grimly. "Senos has not left him--ah, no! He
kill my master. I never leave him till I crush him--never!"

"Then you know, of what occurred at Harrington Gardens?" I repeated.

"Yes, Senos know. He tell in Ostend when we meet," he replied. "You go
to-morrow, eh?" and he looked at me anxiously with those dark, rather
blood-shot eyes of his.

"I will go to-morrow," I answered without hesitation; and, taking out my
wallet I gave him three notes of a hundred francs each, sa