At the same time an aged Chinaman carrying a prayer wheel entered
the place and after prostrating himself devoutedly placed the
machine on a sort of low stool or tabourette and began turning it
slowly, muttering. Each revolution of this curious wheel was
supposed to offer a prayer to the god of the netherworld.
A few moments later, Long Sin, who had been bowing before the
metallic figure in deepest reverence, suddenly sprang to his feet.
His glazed eye and excited manner indicated that he had received a
message from the lips of the strange idol.
The worshippers who had prostrated themselves in awe at the sight
of their high priest in the unholy frenzy, all rose to their feet
and crowded forward. At the same time Long Sin advanced a step to
meet them, holding his arms outstretched as if to compel silence
while he delivered his message.
Long Sin struck several blows on the resounding gong and then
raised his voice in solemn tones.
"Ksing Chau, the Terrible, demands a consort. She is to be
foreign--fair of face and with golden hair."
Amazed at this unexpected message, the Chinamen prostrated
themselves again and their unhallowed devotions terminated a few
moments later amid suppressed excitement as they filed out.
At the same time, in a room of the adjoining house, the Clutching
Hand himself was busily engaged making the most elaborate
preparations for some nefarious scheme which his fertile mind had
evolved.
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