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Karamaneh pressed her cheek to his, whispering loving words in that softly spoken Arabic which had first betrayed her nationality to Nayland Smith. I handed her my flask, which I had filled with wine. "My promise is fulfilled!" I said. "You are free! Now for Fu-Manchu! But first let us admit the police to this house; there is something uncanny in its stillness." "No," she replied.
SINCE Nayland Smith's return from Burma I had rarely taken up a paper without coming upon evidences of that seething which had cast up Dr. Fu-Manchu. Whether, hitherto, such items had escaped my attention or had seemed to demand no particular notice, or whether they now became increasingly numerous, I was unable to determine.
But I came too late, Petrie! That hits me hard, old man. To think that I knew and yet failed to save him!" He resumed his seat, smoking hard. "Fu-Manchu has made the blunder common to all men of unusual genius," he said. "He has underrated his adversary. He has not given me credit for perceiving the meaning of the scented messages.
Fu-Manchu, feared him; I feared him myself feared him as one fears a scorpion; but when Nayland Smith hauled himself up on to the wooden ledge above the door and swung thence into the darkened room, I followed and was in close upon his heels. But I admired him, for he had every ampère of his self-possession in hand; my own case was different. He spoke close to my ear. "Is your hand steady?
"You have not explained to me, Smith," I said, having completed this note, "how you got in touch with Fu-Manchu; how you learnt that he was not dead, as we had supposed, but living active." Nayland Smith stood up and fixed his steely eyes upon me with an indefinable expression in them. Then: "No," he replied; "I haven't. Do you wish to know?"
The glow of health crept upon the olive cheek the boy moved he raised his hands above his head he sat up, supported by the Chinese doctor! Fu-Manchu touched some hidden bell. A hideous yellow man with a scarred face entered, carrying a tray upon which were a bowl containing some steaming fluid, apparently soup, what looked like oaten cakes, and a flask of red wine.
"My skull is fortunately thick!" he replied, a ghostly smile playing around the corners of his mouth "and it was a physical impossibility for me to remain inert considering that Dr. Fu-Manchu proposes to leave England to-night!"
To my certain knowledge, Dr. Fu-Manchu at this time had been in England for fully three months, which meant that by now he must be equipped with all the instruments of destruction, animate and inanimate, which dread experience had taught me to associate with him.
"She might have traveled in a car or in a cab," he said; "and undoubtedly she came direct from the house of Dr. Fu-Manchu. You should have detained her, Petrie. It is the third time we have had that woman in our power, the third time we have let her go free." "Smith," I replied, "I couldn't. She came of her own free will to give me a warning. She disarms me."
If ridding the world of Fu-Manchu were the only good deed to his credit, his life had been well spent." James Weymouth smoked awhile in thoughtful silence. Though but four and a half miles S.S.E. of St.
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