it swim across water in the night, always in the night, and lift
itself up and look in victim's face. Then priest take him and kill him,
sometimes one way--sometimes another. Or if he escape and they not kill
him, all same for that Johnnie, he die in about one year, always die,
no one ever live long if Yellow God swim to him in dark and rise up and
smile in his face. No matter if it Big Bonsa or Little Bonsa, for they
man and wife joined in holy matrimony and either do trick."

As these words left Jeekie's lips Alan became aware of some unusual
movement on his left and looking round, saw that Mr. Champers-Haswell,
who stood by him, had dropped the cigar which he held and, white as a
sheet, was swaying to and fro. Indeed in another instant he would have
fallen had not Alan caught him in his arms and supported him till others
came to his assistance, when between them they carried him to a sofa. On
their way they passed a table where spirits and soda water were set out,
and to his astonishment Alan noticed that Sir Robert Aylward, looking
little if at all better than his partner, had helped himself to half a
tumbler of cognac, which he was swallowing in great gulps. Then there
was confusion and someone went to telephone the doctor, while the deep
voice of Jeekie was heard exclaiming:

"That Yellow God at work--oh yes, Little Bonsa on the job. Jeekie
Christian man but no doubt she very powerful fetish and can do anything
she like to them that worship her, and you see, she sit in office of
these gentlemen. 'Spect she make Reverend Austin and me bring her
to England because she got eye on firm of Messrs. Aylward & Haswell,
London, E.C. Oh, shouldn't wonder at all, for Bonsa know everything."

"Oh, confound you and your fetish! Be off, you old donkey," almost
shouted Alan.