Jack Kirk is walking down the street and kind of has the willies. He slips into a place even more willie-inducing, Gorgan & Wilkins Reptile Importers. He finds the eponymously-named Gorgan and the eponymously-named Wilkins and the just-plain-weirdly-named-for-a-dude-from-India, Wentworth Lane.
Lane feels he is drawing suspicion because he only exports Regal Pythons. He is ready to quit because he has heard The Cobra is in town. Just to make things confusing, The Cobra is a self-appointed superhero who kills bad guys with darts containing cobra venom. Gorgan shoots Lane for his disloyalty.
Kirk is ordered to dispose of the body, so drives it out to Yorkshire. He is followed by a black sedan driven by Deen Bradley of the Bombay Department of Justice. These are the worst-named Indian characters in literary history. He handled the car with dexterity, never shifting his cobra eyes (!) from the red tail light of the cadaver car before him.
The American suddenly saw the brake-light of the other machine flare into being. Kirk slowed momentarily and as he did so, a limp bundle tumbled lifelessly from the car.
Wait, what? Isn’t the American Kirk, who is in front of the Indian? How did he see the tail-light of the car behind him? Why would the 2nd car even apply the brakes? Anyway, Bradley picks up Lane’s only-mostly-dead body and takes him to the hospital.
Lane is near death with 3 slugs in him. The doctors inject him with Adrenalin. He recognizes Bradley as The Cobra. He only manages to say, “Code word Pythons . . . House of Kaa” before croaking. That night the police find the cadaver of Jack Kirk. Protruding from his neck is a small dart.
At Scotland Yard, Inspector Ryder suggests to Commissioner Marshall that they not look too hard for The Cobra. Kirk was a known thug. The Cobra had cleaned up the streets in a way the police couldn’t. Marshall admonishes him that they are a nation of laws, that vigilantism often gets the wrong people killed, that The Cobra must receive a fair trial before a jury of his peers. No, wait — he says to drop the investigation.
Marshall and Ryder are visited by Bradley. The author refers to Bradley as an American, so I guess the excerpted passage above makes sense after all. Although, I have to wonder why an American is working for the Bombay Police Department if this is not a sitcom. A colonial Brit, I might buy. In fact, I guess Lane is not an Indian either, but just a Brit posted in India. Are there actually any Indians in India? I keep hearing big talk about a billion people, but they all seem to be Anglos.
Bradley says there have been a series of jewel thefts in Bombay. Most notorious is the Kubij Opal belonging to Rajah Sarankh. Bradley is investigating how these jewels are getting into London past the watchful scrutiny of your Revenue Officers. I like how the real crime is that the government might not be getting their cut.
The officers deduce that Gorgan & Wilkins Reptile Importers are the center of the smuggling operation. They hide jewels in food and feed them to the snakes. By the time the snakes poop them out, they have arrived in England.
Bradley next visits Gorgan & Wilkins Reptile Importers. He tells them he followed Lane’s work in Bombay and wants to be part of the organization. When challenged, he even gives the password, Home of Kaa. Actually, Lane said House of Kaa. This story is 80 freakin’ years old — no one ever thought to correct that?
They figure out that Bradley is the “Yank dick” — hehe, yank dick — that Lane had warned them was hanging around the office in Bombay. They decide to send him downstairs to be fed to the 30 foot python. There is a pretty nifty fight in the snake pit and justice prevails . . . unless you are a 30 foot python just doing what comes naturally — then you get a bullet in the noggin.
It is a pretty slight story, but well-told. The fight in the snake room is really the only reason for the story, but that’s enough.
Other Stuff:
- First published in the February 1934 issue of Ten Detective Aces. Also that month: Tina Louise is born; her first words were bitching about Gilligan’s Island.
- Kindle gets the title wrong as House of Raa.
- Kaa means “possession” in Hindi, but c’mon, this had to be a Jungle Book homage.
After midnight, Spelliner leaves a party and is driving his white Datsun 280-Z home when a dog runs in front of him. Not being a bike messanger, he actually swerves to avoid it and flips the car. He tries to crawl out. Before the wheels even stop spinning, he is surrounded by people. And not the kind of people you expect to be out at 2 AM, but a nice cross-section of male & female, young & old, white & off-white. When the ambulance arrives, the crowd disperses.

“The Ageless One” Tanner Brooks has just slammed something into something to win The World Octal Federation match. He has seen better days, though, and isn’t even in the top 10 anymore. He gets a visit in his dressing room from Michael Chin who says he can help him win the championship. To prove it, Chin speeds around the room at super speed.

Other Stuff:
Jill slips into a hot bath with a dude. Unfortunately, the dude is Mr. Bubble, denying us even that paltry prurient thrill in this week’s load. She begins pleasuring herself, so at least one of us is getting some-thing out of this scene. They went more for realism than a screaming orgasm which is, I guess, laudable even if not as entertaining.
At her yoga class, she complains, “Every man I meet is either a wimp, a creep, or an emotional cripple.” As she goes through the routines, she has another fantasy. She is in a park wearing a long white lacy gown, and for some reason, sporting Ayn Rand’s old hair-do. A guy in a trench-coat and a black beret walks over a bridge and approaches her. He hands her a rose, and begins kissing her. Then he begins strangling her. As she struggles, Jill snaps back to her class.
Jill says she “doesn’t like overgrown boys who define their masculinity with props like guns and badges.” The beret is starting to make sense. But, he is a jerk, touching her hand; he does try to help, though. However, she slams the metaphorical door in his face, too.
She fantasizes about Jim in a white tuxedo, sniffing a red rose and handing it to her. They are in a dark alley with graffiti that says INNOCENTS SUFFER. They begin kissing. Then he pulls out a switchblade and stabs her.
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He says he has had his eye on Art and is ready to move him up in the organization. Art said he appreciates the chance and Barberosa busts him, “I don’t like that word, chance. I hand-pick the people who work for me and I look for one quality, dependability.” Dude, how did you not see that coming!
They have a glass of wine while Moran goes on and on about Barberosa. Moran offers a toast to Barberosa, “May his cheap heart burn in — hey, that’s pretty good, huh kid? — cheap heart burn. Cheap heartburn, don’t ya get it?” If he does, he’s smarter than me. OK, heart and burn go together to make heartburn, but where does cheap fit in? He specifically repeats it like it is a real bon mot but it is barely even a mot.
They had a very talky episode that was redeemed with a good twist. To make it palatable, they recruited four heavy hitters: Walter Matthau (The Odd Couple, Fail Safe, Bad News Bears), Robert Vaughn (The Man from UNCLE) [3], David White (Bewitched), and Tyler McVey (OK, three heavy hitters)[4]. Their big roles were in the future, but there’s a reason they had such success.