The Insidious Dr. Fu Manchu

eething which had cast up Dr. Fu-Manchu. Whether, hitherto, such items had escaped my attention or had seemed

r of papers which I had brought in with me, I chanced upon no fewer than four items of

mained in England, the press preserved a uniform silence upon the subject of his existence. This was due to Nayland Smith. But,

ficult it would be for my reader, amid secure and cozy surroundings, to credit any human being with a callous villa

against however vile an enemy-such an instrument as the Za

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nds for a certain Hawaiian from the island of Maui, who, it is believed, has been se

creased so terribly that the authorities have started a searching

every case the parents promptly ascribe the death to the bite of a scorpion, and a

orpion bite is a growing practice, and orders have be

he cutting into a scrap-book, determined that, if I lived to publish my account of

ssors. Here were evidences of the deep-seated unrest, the secret turmoil, which manifest

KONG,

g at him with intent to kill, which is equivalent to attempted murder. The prisoner, who was not defended, ple

e of an accomplice, also armed with a revolver. It is reported that this man, who

te

Triad Society, the directors of which had enjoined the assassination of Sir F. M. or Mr. C. S., the Colonial Secretary. In a report

hinese soldiers and villagers surrounded the house of a Russia

flames. There were in the house about

Minister at Peking to make the most vigor

onal Column, I fou

abandoned vi

th came in and threw himself into an arm-chair, fa

was his comment. "But it marks another victory for

the most uncanny opponent, I suppose, against whom a man ever had pitted himself. He s

en wondering where he had gone to he has been somewhere in Egypt. He certainly bears a charmed life, for on the evidence of his letter to The Times h

tainment of his end. Orientalist and explorer, the fearless traveler who first had penetrated to Lhassa, who thrice, as a

ngland alive is a hope

ad, and lighted th

lace completely hemmed in by trees. Damp as a swamp; smells like a jungle. Everything topsy-turvy. He only arrived to-day, and he is working and eating (and sleeping I expect), in a study that looks lik

ine

an unpleasant face. He is a fine linguist, I understand, and is engaged upon the Spanish notes for Barton's forthcoming book

nifi

t being assassinated, and therefore that it is unlikely he will meet with that fate in London

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rthed in Egypt. As I came away, a van drove up from the docks and a couple of fellows delivered a sarcophagus as big as a boat. It is unique, accor

you propo

rrived this afternoon clouds of gnats floated like motes wherever a stray beam filtered through the trees of the avenue. There's a steamy smell about the place that is almost malarious, and the whole of t

aken any pr

rd and sent a man down t

his shoulder

Sir Lio

eard or rarely shaves-I don't know which. I left him striding about among the thousand and one curiosities of that incredible room, picking his way through his antique furniture, works of referen

time we w

s. With all the forces arrayed against him, Fu-Manchu sti

Smith

se others who may die every week by his murderous agency? We cannot know EVERYONE who has read the riddle of China. I never see a report of someone found drowned, of an apparent suicide, of a sudden, though

ed at hi

But sleep seems a waste of

ew moments later followed

in!" I

, and his eyes shone like steel as he took it from her and opened the envelope. He glanced at

us, Petrie

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d. Meet me at his house at