Sinister silence reclaimed the house of Ah-Fang-Fu. And Ah-Fang-Fu resumed his solitary game.  
"He recognised 'Le Belafre'" whispered Max—"and was surprised to see him! So there are three of the gang here! Did you particularly observe in which bunks they lay, doctor. Ssh!"
 
A voice from a bunk had commenced to sing monotonously.
 
"Peyala peah," it sang, weird above the murmured accompaniment of the other dreaming smokers and the wash-wash of the tide—"To myn-na-peah-Phir Kysee ko kyah …"
 
"He is speaking from an opium-trance," said Stuart softly. "A native song: 'If a cup of wine is drunk, and I have drunk it, what of that?'"
 
"Mon Dieu! it is uncanny!" whispered Max. "Brr! do you hear those rats? I am wondering in what order we shall be admitted to the 'Scorpion's' presence, or if we shall see him together."
 
"He may come in here."
 
"All the better."
 
"Gimme 'nother pipe, Pidgin," drawled a very drowsy voice from Bill
Bean's corner.
 
Ah-Fang-Fu left his eternal arranging and rearranging of the cards and crossed the room. He took the opium-pipe from the fireman's limp fingers and returning to the box, refilled and lighted it. Max and Stuart watched him in silence until he had handed the second pipe to the man and returned to his chair.
 
"We must be very careful," said Stuart. "We do not know which are real smokers and which are not."
 
Again there was a weird interruption. A Chinaman lying in one of the bunks began to chant in a monotonous far-away voice:
 
  "Chong-liou-chouay
   Om mani padme hum."
 
"The Buddhist formula," whispered Stuart. "He is a real smoker.
Heavens! the reek is choking me!"
 
The chant was repeated, the words dying away into a long murmur. Ah-Fang-Fu continued to shuffle the cards. And presently Bill Bean's second pipe dropped from his fingers. His husky voice spoke almost inaudibly.
 
"I'm … old … Bill … Bean … I …"
 
A deep-noted siren hooted dimly.
 
"A steamer making for dock," whispered Max. "Brr! it is a nightmare, this! I think in a minute something will happen. Ssh!"
 
Ah-Fang-Fu glanced slowly around. Then he stood up, raised the lamp from the table and made a tour of the bunks, shining the light in upon the faces of the occupants. Max watched him closely, hoping to learn in which bunks the members of 'The Scorpion's' group lay. But he was disappointed. Ah-Fang-Fu examined all the bunks and even shone the light down upon Stuart and Max. He muttered to himself constantly, but seemed to address no one.
 
Replacing the lamp on the box, he whistled softly; and:——
 
"Look!" breathed Max. "The stair again!"
 
Stuart cautiously turned his eyes toward the open stair.
 
On the platform above stood a bent old hag whose witch-eyes were searching the place keenly! With a curiously lithe step, for all her age, she descended, and standing behind Ah-Fang-Fu tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to the outer door. He stood up and shuffled across, went up the four steps and unbarred the door.
 
"Tchee, tchee," he chattered. "Pidgin make a look-out."
 
He went out and closed the door.
 
"Something happens!" whispered Max.
 
A gong sounded.
 
"Ah!"
 
The old woman approached the matting curtain hung over a portion of the wall, raised it slightly in the centre—where it opened—and disappeared beyond.
 
"You see!" said Stuart excitedly.
 
"Yes! it is the audience-chamber of 'The Scorpion'!"
 
The ancient hag came out again, crossed to a bunk and touched its occupant, a Chinaman, with her hand. He immediately shot up and followed her. The two disappeared beyond the curtain.
 
"What shall we do," said Stuart, "if you are summoned?"
 
"I shall throw open those curtains the moment I reach them, and present my pistol at the head of whoever is on the other side. You—ssh!"
 
The old woman reappeared, looked slowly around and then held the curtains slightly apart to allow of the Chinaman's coming out. He saluted her by touching his head, lips and breast with his right hand, then passed up to the door communicating with the shop, which he opened, and went out.
 
His voice came, muffled:
 
"Fo-Hi!"
 
"Fo-Hi," returned the high voice of Ah-Fang-Fu.
 
The outer door was opened and shut. The old woman went up and barred the inner door, then returned and stood by the matting curtain. The sound of the water below alone broke the silence. It was the hour of high tide.
 
"There goes the first fish into Dunbar's net!" whispered Max.
 
The gong sounded again.
 
Thereupon the old woman crossed to another bunk and conducted a brown-skinned Eastern into the hidden room. Immediately they had disappeared:
 
"As I pull the curtains aside," continued Max rapidly, "blow the whistle and run across and unbar the door…."
 
So engrossed was he in giving these directions, and so engrossed was Stuart in listening to them, that neither detected a faint creak which proceeded from almost immediately behind them. This sound was occasioned by the slow and cautious opening of that sunken, heavy door near to which they lay—the door which communicated with the labyrinth of cellars. Inch by inch from the opening protruded the head of Ah-Fang-Fu!
 
"If the Chinaman offers any resistance," Max went on, speaking very rapidly—"morbleu! you have the means to deal with him! In a word, admit the police. Sh! what is that!"
 
A moaning voice from one of the bunks came.
 
"Cheal kegur-men, mas ka dheer!"
 
"A native adage," whispered Stuart. "He is dreaming. 'There is always meat in a kite's nest.'"
 
"Eh bien! very true—and I think the kite is at home!"
 
The head of Ah-Fang-Fu vanished. A moment later the curtains opened again slightly and the old woman came out, ushering the brown man. He saluted her and unbarred the door, going out.
 
"Fo-Hi," came dimly.
 
There was............