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Updated: June 11, 2025
At every mention of her name all heads were bowed in reverence. Dr. Fu-Manchu spoke without the slightest trace of excitement; he assured his auditors of his fidelity to their cause and proposed to prove to them that he enjoyed the complete confidence of the Lady of the Si-Fan. And with every moment that passed the giant intellect of the speaker became more and more apparent.
When I learnt about this Si-Fan mystery, I realized that he might very possibly be the man for whom you're looking and a golden opportunity has cropped up for you to visit the Joy-Shop, and, if our luck remains in, to get a peep behind the scenes." "I am all attention," snapped Smith. "A woman called Zarmi has recently put in an appearance at the Joy-Shop.
It stands now upon the table there. It was brought from Tibet by a man who evidently thought that it had something to do with the Si-Fan. He is dead, possibly by the agency of members of this group. No arrests have been made. You know that there are people here in London who are anxious to regain the box.
With a haze seeming to dance between my eyes and the active life in the lobby before me, I realized that the Si-Fan that unseen, sinister power had reached out and plucked my friend from the very midst of this noisy life about me, into its own mysterious, deathly silence.
Gently I laid him back upon the pillows, gently his finger from the notebook, and, my head almost touching Smith's as we both craned forward over the page, read, with great difficulty, the following: "Guard my diary.... Tibetan frontier ... Key of India. Beware man ... with the limp. Yellow ... rising. Watch Tibet ... the Si-Fan...."
Not another word could I get from him, although I was eager enough to talk; since one dearer to me than all else in the world was in the hands of the damnable organization we knew as the Si-Fan; until, arrived at Charing Cross, he walked out to the cab rank, and "Jump in!" he snapped. He opened the door of the first cab on the rank. "Drive to J Street, Kennington," he directed the man.
The manner in which it had come into our possession suggested that it might contain something of the utmost value to the Yellow group. For we knew the house of John Ki to be, if not the head-quarters, certainly a meeting-place of the mysterious organization the Si-Fan; we knew that Dr. Fu-Manchu used the place Dr.
"He is a member of the Si-Fan, a creature of Dr. Fu-Manchu yes, beyond all doubt! Sir Lionel is unfortunate as ever in his choice of servants. I blame my own stupidity entirely, Petrie; and I pray that my enlightenment has not come too late." "What does it all mean? what have you learnt?" "Mind these three steps," warned Smith, glancing back.
We two stood in the way of the coming of one whom he called the Lady of the Si-Fan, in the way of Asiatic supremacy. A fantastic legend once mentioned to me by Smith, of some woman cherished in a secret fastness of Hindustan who was destined one day to rule the world, now appeared, to my benumbed senses, to be the unquestioned creed of the murderous, cosmopolitan group known as the Si-Fan!
The story of Fu-Manchu, and of the organization called the Si-Fan which he employed as a means to further his own vast projects, is almost told. Kennedy accomplished the perilous climb to the lip of the well, and sped barefooted to Graywater Park for ropes. By means of these we all escaped from the strange chapel of the devil-worshipers.
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