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and returned to his chair.
WemustbeverycarefulsaidStuart.Wedonotknowwhichare
real smokers and which are not.
Againtherewasaweirdinterruption.AChinamanlyinginoneofthe
bunks began to chant in a monotonous far-away voice:
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Chong-liou-chouay Om mani padme hum.
TheBuddhistformulawhisperedStuart.
He
isarealsmoker.
Heavens! the reek is choking me!
Thechantwasrepeatedthewordsdyingawayintoalongmurmur.
Ah-Fang-Fucontinuedtoshufflethecards.AndpresentlyBillBean's
secondpipedroppedfromhisfingers.Hishuskyvoicespokealmost
inaudibly.
I'm… old… Bill… Bean… I…
A deep-noted siren hooted dimly.
AsteamermakingfordockwhisperedMax.
Brr!
itisanightmare
this! I think in a minute something will happen.Ssh!
Ah-Fang-Fuglancedslowlyaround.Thenhestoodupraisedthelamp
fromthetableandmadeatourofthebunksshiningthelightinupon
thefacesoftheoccupants.Maxwatchedhimcloselyhopingtolearnin
whichbunksthemembersof'TheScorpion's'grouplay.Buthewas
disappointed.Ah-Fang-Fuexaminedall
thebunksandevenshonethe
lightdownuponStuartandMax.Hemutteredtohimselfconstantlybut
seemed to address no one.
Replacing the lamp on the boxhe whistled softly; and:——
Look!
breathed Max. "The stair again!"
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