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Updated: June 21, 2025
"You evidently know more of this man, Ki-Ming, than you have yet explained to me," I said. Nayland Smith pulled out the blackened briar and began rapidly to load it. "He is a graduate," he replied, "of the Lama College, or monastery, of Rache-Churân. "This does not enlighten me." Having got his pipe going well "What do you know of animal magnetism?" snapped Smith.
I broke that morbid silence. My voice had assumed an unnatural tone. "Why do you dread this man, Ki-Ming, so much?" "Because he must be aware that I know he is in London." "Well?" "Dr. Fu-Manchu has no official status. Long ago, his Legation denied all knowledge of his existence. But the mandarin Ki-Ming is known to every diplomat in Europe, Asia and American almost.
"Ki-Ming stood in the court below and looked up at the window," I objected. "In that event," snapped Smith, "he would have spoken softly, through the letter-box of the door!"
"Petrie, a certain M. Sokoloff, a Russian gentleman whose acquaintance I made in Mandalay, related to me an episode that took place at the house of the mandarin Ki-Ming in Canton. It actually occurrd in the presence of M. Sokoloff, and therefore is worthy of your close attention.
"There are several alternatives, but I prefer to follow the advice of Ki-Ming." The clock of St. Paul's chimed the half-hour: half-past two.
We have indisputable proof that the mandarin Ki-Ming, whom I had believed to be dead, and whom I know for a high official of the Si-Fan, is actually in London! It's neck or nothing this time, Petrie! I'm going straight to Portland Place!" "To the Chinese Legation?" "Exactly!" "Perhaps I can save you a journey," I said slowly. "I have just come from there!"
The outer sides of its leaves proved to be of gold, and one glimpse of the room beyond awoke a latent memory and gave it positive form. I had been in this house before; it was in that room with the golden door that I had had my memorable interview with the mandarin Ki-Ming! My excitement grew more and more intense. Singly, and in small groups, a number of Orientals came in.
"Its meaning remains to be discovered," he answered; "but that the mandarin is amicably disposed I refuse to believe. You may dismiss the idea. In dealing with Ki-Ming we are to all intents and purposes dealing with Fu-Manchu. To me, this man's presence means one thing: we are about to be subjected to attempts along slightly different lines." I was completely puzzled by Smith's tone.
Some one who had come racing up the stairs, now had inserted a key in the lock. Open swung the door and Nayland Smith entered, in a perfect whirl of excitement. "Petrie! Petrie!" he cried, and seized both my hands "you have missed a night of nights! Man alive! we have the whole gang the great Ki-Ming included!" His eyes were blazing.
This second watcher moved slowly forward, and I perceived him to be none other than the mandarin Ki-Ming. This I noted with interest, but with a sort of impersonal interest, as I might have watched the entrance of a character upon the stage of a theater.
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