into the palm court of the hotel astoria, mr. gianapolis came, radiant and bowing. m. gaston rose to greet his visitor. m. gaston was arrayed in a light gray suit and wore a violet tie of very chaste design; his complexion had assumed a quality of sallowness, and the pupils of his eyes had acquired (as on the occasion of his visit to the chambers of sir brian malpas) a chatoyant quality; they alternately dilated and contracted in a most remarkable manner—in a manner which attracted the immediate attention of mr. gianapolis.
“my dear sir,” he said, speaking in french, “you suffer. i perceive how grievously you suffer; and you have been denied that panacea which beneficent nature designed for the service of mankind. a certain gentleman known to both of us (we brethren of the poppy are all nameless) has advised me of your requirements—and here i am.”
“you are welcome,” declared m. gaston.
he rose and grasped eagerly the hand of the greek, at the same time looking about the palm court suspiciously. “you can relieve my sufferings?”
mr. gianapolis seated himself beside the frenchman.
“i perceive,” he said, “that you are of those who abjure the heresies of de quincey. how little he knew, that de quincey, of the true ritual of the poppy! he regarded it as the german regards his lager, whereas we know—you and i—that it is an eleusinian mystery; that true communicants must retreat to the temple of the goddess if they would partake of paradise with her.”
“it is perhaps a question of temperament,” said m. gaston, speaking in a singularly tremulous voice. “de quincey apparently possessed the type of constitution which is cerebrally stimulated by opium. to such a being the golden gates are closed; and the easterners, whom he despised for what he termed their beastly lethargies, have taught me the real secret of the poppy. i do not employ opium as an aid to my social activities; i regard it as nepenthe from them and as a key to a brighter realm. it has been my custom, m. gianapolis, for many years, periodically to visit that fairyland. in paris i regularly arranged my affairs in such a manner that i found myself occasionally at liberty to spend two or three days, as the case might be, in the company of my bright friends who haunted the boulevard beaumarchais.”
“ah! our acquaintance has mentioned something of this to me, monsieur. you knew madame jean?”
“the dear madame jean! name of a name! she was the hierophant of my paris temple”...
“and sen?”
“our excellent sen! splendid man! it was from the hands of the worthy sen, the incomparable sen, that i received the key to the gate! ah! how i have suffered since the accursed business has exiled me from the”...
“i feel for you,” declared gianapolis, warmly; “i, too, have worshiped at the shrine; and although i cannot promise that the london establishment to which i shall introduce you is comparable with that over which madame jean formerly presided”...
“formerly?” exclaimed m. gaston, with lifted eyebrows. “you do not tell me”...
“my friend,” said gianapolis, “in europe we are less enlightened upon certain matters than in smyrna, in constantinople—in cairo. the impertinent police have closed the establishment in the rue st. claude!”
“ah!” exclaimed m. gaston, striking his brow, “misery! i shall return to paris, then, only to die?”
“i would suggest, monsieur,” said gianapolis, tapping him confidentially upon the breast, “that you periodically visit london in future. the journey is a short one, and already, i am happy to say, the london establishment (conducted by mr. ho-pin of canton—a most accomplished gentleman, and a graduate of london)—enjoys the patronage of several distinguished citizens of paris, of brussels, of vienna, and elsewhere.”
“you offer me life!” declared m. gaston, gratefully. “the commoner establishments, for the convenience of sailors and others of that class, at dieppe, calais,”—he shrugged his shoulders, comprehensively—“are impossible as resorts. in catering for the true devotees—for those who, unlike de quincey, plunge and do not dabble—for those who seek to explore the ultimate regions of poppyland, for those who have learnt the mystery from the real masters in asia and not in europe—the enterprise conducted by madame jean supplied a want long and bitterly experienced. i rejoice to know that london has not been neglected”...
“my dear friend!” cried gianapolis enthusiastically, “no important city has been neglected! a high priest of the cult has arisen, and from a parent lodge in pekin he has extended his offices to kindred lodges in most of the capitals of europe and asia; he has not neglected the near east, and america owes him a national debt of gratitude.”
“ah! the great man!” murmured m. gaston, with closed eyes. “as an old habitue of the rue st. claude, i divine that you refer to mr. king?”
“beyond doubt,” whispered gianapolis, imparting a quality of awe to his voice. “from you, my friend, i will have no secrets; but”—he glanced about him crookedly, and lowered his voice to an impressive whisper—“the police, as you are aware”...
“curse their interference!” said m. gaston.
“curse it indeed; but the police persist in believing, or in pretending to believe, that any establishment patronized by lovers of the magic resin must necessarily be a resort of criminals.”
“pah!”
“whilst this absurd state of affairs prevails, it is advisable, it is more than advisable, it is imperative, that all of us should be secret. the... raid—unpleasant word!—upon the establishment in paris—was so unexpected that there was no time to advise patrons; but the admirable tact of the french authorities ensured the suppression of all names. since—always as a protective measure—no business relationship exists between any two of mr. king's establishments (each one being entirely self-governed) some difficulty is being experienced, i believe, in obtaining the names of those who patronized madame jean. but i am doubly glad to have met you, m. gaston, for not only can i put you in touch with the london establishment, but i can impress upon you the necessity of preserving absolute silence”...
m. gaston extended his palms eloquently.
“to me,” he declared, “the name of mr. king is a sacred symbol.”
“it is to all of us!” responded the greek, devoutly.
m. gaston in turn became confidential, bending toward gianapolis so that, as the shadow of the greek fell upon his face, his pupils contracted catlike.
“how often have i prayed,” he whispered, “for a sight of that remarkable man!”
a look of horror, real or simulated, appeared upon the countenance of gianapolis.
“to see—mr. king!” he breathed. “my dear friend, i declare to you by all that i hold sacred that i—though one of the earliest patrons of the first establishment, that in pekin—have never seen mr. king!”
“he is so cautious and so clever as that?”
“even as cautious and even as clever—yes! though every branch of the enterprise in the world were destroyed, no man would ever see mr. king; he would remain but a name!”
“you will arrange for me to visit the house of—ho-pin, did you say?—immediately?”
“to-day, if you wish,” said gianapolis, brightly.
“my funds,” continued m. gaston, shrugging his shoulders, “are not limitless at the moment; and until i receive a remittance from paris”...
the brow of mr. gianapolis darkened slightly.
“our clientele here,” he replied, “is a very wealthy one, and the fees are slightly higher than in paris. an entrance fee of fifty guineas is charged, and an annual subscription of the same amount”...
“but,” exclaimed m. gaston, “i shall not be in london for so long as a year! in a week or a fortnight from now, i shall be on my way to america!”
“you will receive an introduction to the new york representative, and your membership will be available for any of the united states establishments.”
“but i am going to south america.”
“at buenos aires is one of the largest branches.”
“but i am not going to buenos aires! i am going with a prospecting party to yucatan.”
“you must be well aware, monsieur, that to go to yucatan is to exile yourself from all that life holds for you.”
“i can take a supply”...
“you will die, monsieur! already you suffer abominably”...
“i do not suffer because of any lack of the specific,” said m. gaston wearily; “for if i were entirely unable to obtain possession of it, i should most certainly die. but i suffer because, living as i do at present in a public hotel, i am unable to embark upon a protracted voyage into those realms which hold so much for me”...
“i offer you the means”...
“but to charge me one hundred guineas, since i cannot possibly avail myself of the full privileges, is to rob me—is to trade upon my condition!” m. gaston was feebly indignant.
“let it be twenty-five guineas, monsieur,” said the greek, reflectively, “entitling you to two visits.”
“good! good!” cried m. gaston. “shall i write you a check?”
“you mistake me,” said gianapolis. “i am in no way connected with the management of the establishment. you will settle this business matter with mr. ho-pin”...
“yes, yes!”
“to whom i will introduce you this evening. checks, as you must be aware, are unacceptable. i will meet you at piccadilly circus, outside the entrance to the london pavilion, at nine o'clock this evening, and you will bring with you the twenty-five guineas in cash. you will arrange to absent yourself during the following day?”
“of course, of course! at nine o'clock at piccadilly circus?”
“exactly.”
m. gaston, this business satisfactorily completed, made his way to his own room by a somewhat devious route, not wishing to encounter anyone of his numerous acquaintances whilst in an apparent state of ill-health so calculated to excite compassion. he avoided the lift and ascended the many stairs to his small apartment.
here he rectified the sallowness of his complexion, which was due, not to outraged nature, but to the arts of make-up. his dilated pupils (a phenomenon traceable to drops of belladonna) he was compelled to suffer for the present; but since their condition tended temporarily to impair his sight, he determined to remain in his room until the time for the appointment with gianapolis.
“so!” he muttered—“we have branches in europe, asia, africa and america! eh, bien! to find all those would occupy five hundred detectives for a whole year. i have a better plan: crush the spider and the winds of heaven will disperse his web!”
