poison-hole

Updated: May 20, 2025

I tried to close my eyes or to turn them away from the reeling forms of the men who were trapped in that poison-hole. It was useless: I must look. The bearer of the lamp had dropped it, but the dim, eerily illuminated gloom endured scarce a second. A bright light sprang up doubtless at the touch of the fiendish being who now resumed speech: "Observe the symptoms of delirium, Doctor!"

Sax Rohmer - The Insidious Dr. Fu Manchu