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They were intended to divide a human body in just such fashion, and, as I realized, were most cunningly shaped to that end. The whole of Smith's body lay now in the wire cage, each of the five compartments whereof was shut off from its neighbor. The Burman stepped back and stood waiting in the doorway. Dr. Fu-Manchu, removing his gaze from the face of my friend, directed it now upon me. "Mr.
Petrie! my dear sir, in mercy tell me what does this mean? I have been kidnaped drugged; made the victim of an inconceivable outrage at the very door of my own house...." I stood up unsteadily. "Sir Baldwin," I interrupted, "you ask me what it means. It means that we are in the hands of Dr. Fu-Manchu!" Sir Baldwin stared at me wildly; his face was white and drawn with anxiety. "Dr.
Fu-Manchu rendered him a menace to Europe and to America greater than that of the plague. He was a scientist trained at a great university an explorer of nature's secrets, who had gone farther into the unknown, I suppose, than any living man. His mission was to remove all obstacles human obstacles from the path of that secret movement which was progressing in the Far East.
I suppose that by virtue of my self-imposed duty as chronicler of the deeds of Dr. Fu-Manchu the greatest and most evil genius whom the later centuries have produced, the man who dreamt of an universal Yellow Empire I should have acquired a certain facility in describing bizarre happenings.
It was symbolic of the subtle, intangible power manifested in Dr. Fu-Manchu, as Nayland Smith lean, agile, bronzed with the suns of Burma, was symbolic of the clean British efficiency which sought to combat the insidious enemy. "One thing is evident," said Smith: "no one in the house, Strozza excepted, knew that Sir Lionel was absent." "How do you arrive at that?" asked Weymouth.
This could only have been done in one way: by manipulating the main switch, which is also in the wine cellar." "But, Smith!" I cried, "do you mean that Fu-Manchu ...?" Nayland Smith turned in his promenade of the floor, and stared into my eyes. "I mean that Dr. Fu-Manchu has had a hiding-place under The Gables for an indefinite period!" he replied.
By reason of the moon's position, no light entered the room, but my eyes, from long watching, were grown familiar with the darkness, and I could see Burke quite clearly as he lay in the bed between my post and the window. I seemed to be back again in those days of the troubled past when first Nayland Smith and I had come to grips with the servants of Dr. Fu-Manchu.
Fu-Manchu, the great and malign being whose mission in England at that moment was none other than the stoppage of just such information as our host was preparing to give to the world. "There is a giant conspiracy, Mr.
Upright within it, her beautiful face as pale as death, but her great eyes blazing with a sort of splendid madness, stood Kâramanèh! She looked, not at the tortured man, not at me, but fully at Dr. Fu-Manchu. One hand clutched the trembling draperies; now she suddenly raised the other, so that the jewels on her white arm glittered in the light of the lamp above the door.
We had circled upon the map a tract of country cut by the Thames, with Windsor for its center. Within that circle was the house from which miraculously we had escaped a house used by the most highly organized group in the history of criminology. So much we knew. Even if we found the house, and this was likely enough, to find it vacated by Fu-Manchu and his mysterious servants we were prepared.
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