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Updated: June 11, 2025
But, despite of all my knowledge, and despite the infinitely greater knowledge and wider experience of Nayland Smith, what did I know, what did he know, of the strange organization called the Si-Fan, and of its most formidable member, Dr. Fu-Manchu? Where did the dreadful Chinaman hide, with his murderers, his poisons, and his nameless death agents?
The Si-Fan score thus far, for unless the search now in progress brings it to light, we must conclude that they have the brass coffer." He was interrupted by a sudden loud crying of his name. "Mr. Nayland Smith!" came from somewhere within the Joy-Shop. "This way, sir!"
I believe this tradition, or the extensive group who seek to keep it alive and potent, to be what is called the Si-Fan!" I was past greater amazement; but "This lady can be no longer young, then?" I asked. "On the contrary, Petrie, she remains always young and beautiful by means of a continuous series of reincarnations; also she thus conserves the collated wisdom of many ages.
Either because they and I viewed the character of this great and evil man from a widely dissimilar aspect, or because, my presence being unknown to him, I remained outside the radius of his power, it seemed to me that these members of the evidently vast organization known as the Si-Fan were dupes, to a man, of the Chinese orator!
Of her face, which had been notable for a sort of devilish beauty, I cannot write; it was the awful face of one who had did from strangulation. Beside her, with a Malay krîs in his heart a little, jeweled weapon that I had often seen in Zarmi's hand sprawled the obese Greek, Samarkan, a member of the Si-Fan group and sometime manager of a great London hotel!
Neither of us must leave these rooms to-night!" "What is the meaning of Si-Fan?" asked Detective-sergeant Fletcher. He stood looking from the window at the prospect below; at the trees bordering the winding embankment; at the ancient monolith which for unnumbered ages had looked across desert sands to the Nile, and now looked down upon another river of many mysteries.
He seemed to be disappointed fiercely disappointed; and I found his attitude inexplicable. He turned to the woman who sat regarding him with that fixed cynical smile. "Who are you?" he demanded; "and what business have you with the Si-Fan?" The woman's eyes opened more widely, and the smile disappeared from her face. "The Si-Fan!" she repeated slowly. "I don't know what you mean, Inspector."
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!"
Smith, placing my glass before me, glanced about him to right and left, and having satisfied himself that his words could not be overheard "Petrie," he whispered, "I believe we are spied upon at the New Louvre." "What!" "There are spies of the Si-Fan of Fu-Manchu amongst the hotel servants! We have good reason to believe that Dr.
I resumed the seemingly interminable record of the Si-Fan mysteries, and I had just taken up my pen, when ... two loud raps sounded upon the pane behind me. In a trice I was at the window, had thrown it open, and was craning out. Practical joking was not characteristic of Nayland Smith, and I knew of none other likely to take such a liberty. As before, the court below proved to be empty....
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