Sax Rohmer

“ Knowing that Heidelberger could admit the visitor directly to the library, Heimer, hearing nothing more, concluded that the two were closeted there.
The first intimation that he received of anything amiss was a loud and angry cry, apparently proceeding from the old banqueting hall directly overhead, and unmistakably in the voice of Heidelberger. Springing from his chair, he took a step toward the door, and then paused in doubt. There was an angry murmur from above, the tones of the Jew being clearly distinguishable ”

“ Moris Klaw walked up the steps beside Doctor Madden.
"Good day, Mr. Farmer," he said, amiably. A rosy-cheeked girl face was thrust from an open window. "Good day, Miss Farmer!" He removed the brown bowler. He turned to the bronzed young man. "Good day, Sir Roland Crespie!"
V
When Grimsby and I had somewhat recovered from the shock of this dramatic meeting, and Sir Roland, Madden, and Moris Klaw had talked together for a few moments, said Moris Klaw:
"And now Sir Roland will tell us all about the death of Mr. Heidelberger!" ”

“ In the reign of Henry VIII we find it dwelt, this great ax, at Dyke Manor, which is in Norfolk. It was not until Charles II that it came to Crespie Hall. And what happened at Dyke Manor? One Sir Gilbert Myerly was slain by it! Who wielded it? Patience, my friends! All is clear to me! What a wonderful science is the Science of Cycles! ”

“ Removing the ax and raising the head of the victim, examination showed him to be dead, and, hearing hesitating footsteps upon the narrow stair beneath the gallery, we seized the candle and retreated through the secret panel, Ryder severely cutting his hand in endeavouring to force the rusty bolt into place. It was not until we stood in a lane bordering the grounds, where I had tethered the mare upon which I had ridden from the farm, that the seemingly guilty nature of our action dawned upon me. ”

“ Why? Because I am afraid of the shock of experiencing such an emotion as was this late Heidelberger's! Ah! you are dense as a bull! Once, my bovine friend, I slept upon a spot in desolate Palestine where a poor woman had been stoned to death. In my dreams those merciless stones struck me! Upon the head and the face they crashed! And I was helpless—bound—as was the unhappy one who for her poor little sins had had her life crushed from her tender body!"
He ceased. No one spoke. In such moments, Moris Klaw became a magician ”

“ Grimsby," continued Moris Klaw: "In a few words, what is the evidence against Ryder, the butler?"
"Well," was the reply, "you will note where the ax used to hang, up there before the rail of the minstrels' gallery. The theory is that the murderer rushed up, wrenched the ax from its fastening——"
"Theories, my friend," interrupted Moris Klaw, "are not evidence!"
Isis gazed at Mr. Grimsby with a smile. He looked embarrassed.
"Sorry!" he said, humbly. "Here are the facts, then. In the right hand of the dead man was an open pocket knife. It is assumed—— Sorry! ”

“ One turns down a narrow court, with a blank wall on the right and a nailed-up doorway and boarded-up window on the left. Through the cracks of the latter boarding, the inquiring visitor may catch a glimpse, beyond a cavernous place which once was some kind of warehouse, of Old Thames tiding muddily. ”

“ As we filed out to the waiting car, I glanced at Grimsby. His stupefaction was almost laughable.
"What in heaven's name is it all about, Mr. Searles?" he whispered to me. "I feel like a man in a strange country. People talk, and it doesn't seem to mean anything!"
En route:
"Tell me, Doctor," said Moris Klaw, "about your patient."
The doctor, without hesitation, now explained that he had been called to attend a Mr. Rogers, an artist, who was staying at Hinxman's farm, off the Uxley Road. On the evening of the tragedy Mr. ”