The Quest of the Sacred Slipper by Sax Rohmer

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The Quest of the Sacred Slipper

Sax Rohmer

CONTENTS

I. THE PHANTOM SCIMITAR. II. THE GIRL WITH THE VIOLET EYES III. "HASSAN OF ALEPPO" IV. THE OBLONG BOX V. THE OCCUPANT OF THE BOX VI. THE RING OF THE PROPHET VII. FIRST ATTEMPT ON THE SAFE VIII. THE VIOLET EYES AGAIN IX. SECOND ATTEMPT ON THE SAFE X. AT THE BRITISH ANTIQUARIAN MUSEUM XI. THE HOLE IN THE BLIND XII. THE HASHISHIN WATCH XIII. THE WHITE BEAM XIV. A SCREAM IN THE NIGHT XV. A SHRIVELLED HAND XVI. THE DWARF XVII. THE WOMAN WITH THE BASKET XVIII. WHAT CAME THROUGH THE WINDOW XIX. A RAPPING AT MIDNIGHT XX. THE GOLDEN PAVILION XXI. THE BLACK TUBE XXII. THE LIGHT OF EL-MEDINEH XXIII. THE THREE MESSAGES XXIV. I KEEP THE APPOINTMENT XXV. THE WATCHER IN BANK CHAMBERS XXVI. THE STRONG-ROOM XXVII. THE SLIPPER XXVIII. CARNETA XXIX. WE MEET MR. ISAACS XXX. AT THE GATE HOUSE XXXI. THE POOL OF DEATH XXXII. SIX PATCHES XXXIII. HOW WE WERE REENFORCED XXXIV. MY LAST MEETING WITH HASSAN OF ALEPPO

THE QUEST OF THE SACRED SLIPPER

CHAPTER I

THE PHANTOM SCIMITAR

I was not the only passenger aboard the S.S. Mandalay who perceived the disturbance and wondered what it might portend and from whence proceed. A goodly number of passengers were joining the ship at Port Said. I was lounging against the rail, pipe in mouth, lazily wondering, with a large vagueness.

What a heterogeneous rabble it was!--a brightly coloured rabble, but the colours all were dirty, like the town and the canal. Only the sky was clean; the sky and the hard, merciless sunlight which spared nothing of the uncleanness, and defied one even to think of the term dear to tourists, "picturesque." I was in that kind of mood. All the natives appeared to be pockmarked; all the Europeans greasy with perspiration.

But what was the stir about?

I turned to the dark, bespectacled young man who leaned upon the rail beside me. From the first I had taken to Mr. Ahmad Ahmadeen.

"There is some kind of undercurrent of excitement among the natives," I said, "a sort of subdued Greek chorus is audible. What's it all about?"

Mr. Ahmadeen smiled. After a gaunt fashion, he was a handsome man and had a pleasant smile.

"Probably," he replied, "some local celebrity is joining the ship."

I stared at him curiously.

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