"Eltham has never seen Dr. Fu-Manchu, but Eltham knows certain parts of China better than you know the Strand. Probably, if he saw Fu-Manchu, he would recognize him for who he really is, and this, it seems, the Doctor is anxious to avoid." We ran back to where we had left Karamaneh. The room was empty! "Defeated, Petrie!" said Smith, bitterly. "The Yellow Devil is loosed on London again!"
Well, she was very kind to him bless her for that." Mr. Samuel had gone out to meet his pa. Mrs. Huxter said that the old gentleman was to arrive that day at the Somerset coffee-house, in the Strand; and Fanny confessed that she was in a sad tremor about the meeting. "If his parents cast him off, what are we to do?" she said. "I shall never pardon myself for bringing ruing on my 'usband's 'ead.
After twenty minutes, the last strand parted, and, with a feeling of relief, John Fox stretched out his hands, free once more. His feet were still tied, but with his hands at liberty, there was very little difficulty in cutting the rope that tied them. In less that five minutes the outlaw rose to his feet a free man. He smiled a smile of exultation and triumph.
Peggy gave a quick little nod of understanding as she felt the long, gliding motion she knew so well. As she came around to her friends she reached forward and laying hold of a strand of the silvery mane, said softly: "Who ooa. Steady." What was it in the girl's voice which commanded obedience? Salt stopped close to his mate and began to rub noses with him as though confiding a secret.
"Dutch Fred thinks he's got hold of something," opened Foyle abruptly. "I've told him to meet you at Lyon's in the Strand. I think he's all right, but don't let him have any money until you've tested his yarn." "Very good, sir," said Green. "I'll look into it."
This whip was made of braided strands of walrus hide, and tapered from a thickness of two inches at the butt to one long single strand at the tip. Its handle was a piece of wood about a foot long and the whole whip was perhaps thirty-five feet in length.
Pangloss again I regret the absence of the programme was a creation, and notwithstanding the proximity of King's College to the Strand Theatre the youth wisely abstained from copying even so excellent a model as Mr. Clarke. Of course, the bits of Latinity came out with a genuine scholastic ring.
The children expressed their joy by running to and fro on the strand, like wild creatures. At first, the people in the tents appeared rather shy, but after accepting of some trifling presents, they became quite communicative, and gave us some of their toys in exchange; then walking round us, surveyed us narrowly, as if we were a new species of animals.
"My child!" said the Archbishop with great interest, and very gently, "did thy father wed one Margery Altham, of London, whose father dwelt in the Strand, and was a baker?" "He did so, under your Grace's pardon," said poor Amphillis, blushing for the paternal shortcomings; "but, may it please your Grace, he was a master-pastiller, not a baker."
The materials are simple enough, but every bit of wood, every screw, every strand of wire is selected with the utmost care, and the workmanship of their assemblage is as painstaking as the setting of the most precious stones. When stretched over the framework, the cloth of the wings is treated to a dressing down of a preparation of collodion, which in the jargon of the shop is called "dope."