“No loom—­samee tella you,” said Shen-Yan, complacently testing Smith’s shilling with his yellow, decayed teeth.

Smith walked to a corner and dropped cross-legged, on the floor, pulling me down with him.

“Two pipe quick,” he said.  “Plenty room.  Two piecee pipe—­ or plenty heap trouble.”

A dreary voice from one of the bunks came: 

“Give ‘im a pipe, Charlie, curse yer! an’ stop ’is palaver.”

Yan performed a curious little shrug, rather of the back than of the shoulders, and shuffled to the box which bore the smoky lamp.  Holding a needle in the flame, he dipped it, when red-hot, into an old cocoa tin, and withdrew it with a bead of opium adhering to the end.  Slowly roasting this over the lamp, he dropped it into the bowl of the metal pipe which he held ready, where it burned with a spirituous blue flame.

“Pass it over,” said Smith huskily, and rose on his knees with the assumed eagerness of a slave to the drug.

Yan handed him the pipe, which he promptly put to his lips, and prepared another for me.

“Whatever you do, don’t inhale any,” came Smith’s whispered injunction.

It was with a sense of nausea greater even than that occasioned by the disgusting atmosphere of the den that I took the pipe and pretended to smoke.  Taking my cue from my friend, I allowed my head gradually to sink lower and lower, until, within a few minutes, I sprawled sideways on the floor, Smith lying close beside me.

“The ship’s sinkin’,” droned a voice from one of the bunks.  “Look at the rats.”

Yan had noiselessly withdrawn, and I experienced a curious sense of isolation from my fellows—­from the whole of the Western world.  My throat was parched with the fumes, my head ached.  The vicious atmosphere seemed contaminating.  I was as one dropped—­

Somewhere East of Suez, where the best is like the worst,
And there ain’t no Ten Commandments and a man can raise a thirst.

Smith began to whisper softly.

“We have carried it through successfully so far,” he said.  “I don’t know if you have observed it, but there is a stair just behind you, half concealed by a ragged curtain.  We are near that, and well in the dark.  I have seen nothing suspicious so far—­or nothing much.  But if there was anything going forward it would no doubt be delayed until we new arrivals were well doped.  S-sh!”

He pressed my arm to emphasize the warning.  Through my half-closed eyes I perceived a shadowy form near the curtain to which he had referred.  I lay like a log, but my muscles were tensed nervously.

The shadow materialized as the figure moved forward into the room with a curiously lithe movement.