Suydam became a 'case' when his distant and only relatives sought
court pronouncements on his sanity. Their action seemed sudden to
the outside world, but was really undertaken only after prolonged
observation and sorrowful debate. It was based on certain odd changes
in his speech and habits; wild references to impending wonders, and
unaccountable hauntings of disreputable Brooklyn neighbourhoods.
He had been growing shabbier and shabbier with the years, and now
prowled about like a veritable mendicant; seen occasionally by humiliated friends in subway stations, or loitering on the benches around
Borough Hall in conversation with groups of swarthy, evil-looking
strangers. When he spoke it was to babble of unlimited powers almost
within his grasp, and to repeat with knowing leers such mystical
words or names as 'Sephiroth', 'Ashmodai' and 'Samael'.* The court
action revealed that he was using up his income and wasting his principal in the purchase of curious tomes imported from London and
Paris, and in the maintenance of a squalid basement flat in the Red
Hook district where he spent nearly every night, receiving odd delegations of mixed rowdies and foreigners, and apparently conducting
some kind of ceremonial service behind the green blinds of secretive
windows. Detectives assigned to follow him reported strange cries
and chants and prancing of feet filtering out from these nocturnal
rites, and shuddered at their peculiar ecstasy and abandon despite the
commonness of weird orgies in that sodden section. When, however,
the matter came to a hearing, Suydam managed to preserve his liberty. Before the judge his manner grew urbane and reasonable, and
he freely admitted the queerness of demeanour and extravagant cast
of language into which he had fallen through excessive devotion to
study and research. He was, he said, engaged in the investigation of
certain details of European tradition which required the closest contact with foreign groups and their songs and folk dances. The notion
that any low secret society was preying upon him, as hinted by his
relatives, was obviously absurd; and showed how sadly limited was
their understanding of him and his work. Triumphing with his calm
explanations, he was suffered to depart unhindered; and the paid
detectives ofthe Suydams, eorlears, and Van Brunts were withdrawn
in resigned disgust.
It was here that an alliance of Federal inspectors and police,
Malone with them, entered the case. The law had watched the
Suydam action with interest, and had in many instances been called
upon to aid the private detectives. In this work it developed that
Suydam's new associates were among the blackest and most vicious
criminals of Red Hook's devious lanes, and that at least a third of
them were known and repeated offenders in the matter of thievery,
disorder, and the importation of illegal immigrants. Indeed, it would
not have been too much to say that the old scholar's particular circle coincided almost perfectly with the worst of the organised cliques
which smuggled ashore certain nameless and unclassified Asian
dregs wisely turned back by Ellis Island.* In the teeming rookeries
of Parker Place-since renamed-where Suydam had his basement flat, there had grown up a very unusual colony of unclassified
slant-eyed folk who used the Arabic alphabet but were eloquently
repudiated by the great mass of Syrians in and around Atlantic
A venue. They could all have been deported for lack of credentials,
but legalism is slow-moving, and one does not disturb Red Hook
unless publicity forces one to.
These creatures attended a tumble-down stone church, used
Wednesdays as a dance-hall, which reared its Gothic buttresses near
the vilest part of the waterfront. It was nominally Catholic; but priests
throughout Brooklyn denied the place all standing and authenticity,
and policemen agreed with them when they listened to the noises it
emitted at night. Malone used to fancy he heard terrible cracked bass
notes from a hidden organ far underground when the church stood
empty and unlighted, whilst all observers dreaded the shrieking and
drumming which accompanied the visible services. Suydam, when
questioned, said he thought the ritual was some remnant of Nestor ian
Christianity tinctured with the Shamanism of Thibet. * Most of the
people, he conjectured, were of Mongoloid stock, originating somewhere in or near Kurdistan-and Malone could not help recalling
that Kurdistan is the land of the Yezidis, last survivors of the Persian
devil-worshippers. * However this may have been, the stir of the
Suydam investigation made it certain that these unauthorised newcomers were flooding Red Hook in increasing numbers; entering
through some marine conspiracy unreached by revenue officers a!,d
harbour police, overrunning Parker Place and rapidly spreading up
the hill, and welcomed with curious fraternalism by the other assorted
denizens of the region. Their squat figures and characteristic squinting physiognomies, grotesquely combined with flashy American
clothing, appeared more and more numerously among the loafer and
nomad gangsters of the Borough Hall section; till at length it was
deemed necessary to compute their numbers, ascertain their sources
and occupations, and find if possible a way to round them up and
deliver them to the proper immigration authorities. To this task
Malone was signed by agreement of Federal and city forces, and as he
commenced his canvass of Red Hook he felt poised upon the brink of nameless terrors, with the shabby, unkempt figure of Robert Suydam
as arch-fiend and adversary.
Police methods are varied and ingenious. Malone, through unostentatious rambles, carefully casual conversations, well-timed offers of
hip-pocket liquor, and judicious dialogues with frightened prisoners,
learned many isolated facts about the movement whose aspect had
become so menacing. The newcomers were indeed Kurds, but of a
dialect obscure and puzzling to exact philology.
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