"
For the first time amazement, shock, came to Keith's lips in an audible
cry. He advanced a step. Yes, in that pitiable wreck of a man he
recognized Peter Kirkstone, the fat creature who had stood under the
picture of the Madonna that fateful night, Miriam Kirkstone's brother!
And as he stood, speechless, Kao said: "Peter Kirkstone, you know why I
have brought this man to you tonight. You know that he is not Derwent
Conniston. You know that he is John Keith, the murderer of your father.
Is it not so?"
The thick lips moved. The voice was husky--"Yes."
"He does not believe. So I have brought him that he may listen to you.
Peter Kirkstone, is it your desire that your sister, Miriam, give
herself to me, Prince Kao, tonight?"
Again the thick lips moved. This time Keith saw the effort. He
shuddered. He knew these questions and answers had been prepared. A
doomed man was speaking.
And the voice came, choking, "Yes."
"WHY?"
The terrible face of Peter Kirkstone seemed to contort. He looked at
Kao. And Kao's eyes were shining in that dull room like the eyes of a
snake.
"Because--it will save my life."
"And why will it save your life?"
Again that pause, again the sickly, choking effort.
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