"There's the place—over there," I pointed, pausing and indicating the direction of the wharf whence had come the explosion.
What was it? We did not stop a moment, but hurried in that direction.
We reached the shore where we saw marks of the explosion and of a fight. Out on the pier I ran breathlessly. I rushed to the very edge and gazed over, then climbed down the slippery piling and peered into the black water beneath.
A few bubbles seemed to ooze up from below. Was that all?
No, as I gazed down I saw that some dark object was there. Slowly Wu
Fang's body floated to the surface and lay there, rocked by the waves.
Deep in his breast stuck his own knife with its handle of the Sign of
the Serpent!
I reached down and seized him, as I peered about for Kennedy.
There was nothing more there.
"Craig!" I called desperately, "Craig!"
There was no answer. The silence, the echo of the lapping water under the wharf was appalling, mocking.
I managed to call the Secret Service men and they got Wu Fang's body up on the wharf.