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by Sax Rohmer


  He stepped behind me, and with the adroit movement of a master of jiu-jitsu, peeled my overalls down over my shoulders, pinioning my arms. He unbuttoned my shirt collar.

  “Injections are always beastly,” he admitted. “For myself, they induce a feeling of nausea; but sometimes they are necessary.”

  I experienced a sharp stab in the shoulder and knew that the needle point of the syringe had been thrust into my flesh. I clenched my teeth; but I was helpless....

  He was cleaning the syringe at a wash-basin on the other side of the room. His manner was that of a dental surgeon who has deftly made a difficult extraction.

  “A pleasant glow pervades your body, no doubt?” he suggested. “You see, I am accustomed to these small operations. It will be succeeded, I assure you, by a consciousness of new power. No task which may be set—and the tasks set by the doctor are not simple ones—will prove too difficult.”

  He replaced the parts of the syringe upon a glass rack and began to wash his hands.

  “When you are rested I shall prescribe a whisky-and-soda, which I know is your national beverage, and then you will be ready for your second interview with the doctor.”

  He glanced back at me smilingly.

  “Is my diagnosis correct?”

  “Perfectly.” I replied, conscious of the fact that no change whatever had taken place in my condition, and mindful of the words of that strange, evil woman.

  I had a part to play. Not only my own life, but other lives— thousands, perhaps millions—depended upon my playing it successfully!

  “Ah!” he beamed delightedly, and began to dry his hands. “Sometimes novitiates shout with joy—but blackwater has somewhat lowered your normal vitality.”

  “Nevertheless,” I replied, grinning artificially, “I feel that I want to shout.”

  “Then, shout!” he cried, revealing those gleaming teeth in a happy smile. “Shout! the chair is disconnected. Jump about! Let yourself go! Life is just beginning!”

  I moved. It was true...I could stand up.

  “Ah!” I cried, and stretched my hands above my head.

  It was a cry and a gesture of relief. Fah Lo Suee had tricked the Japanese doctor! And I was free—free in mind and body...but in China, and under the roof of Dr. Fu Manchu!

  “Splendid!” Yamamata exclaimed, his small, bright eyes registering pure happiness. “My congratulations, Companion Sterling. We will drink to the Master who perfected this super-drug—which makes men giants with the hearts of lions.”

  He took up a decanter and poured out two liberal pegs of whisky.

  “There was a slight faux-pas earlier this evening,” he went on. “A nearly perfected homonculus—not in your province, Companion, but I am an enthusiast in my own—escaped from the incubator. The formula is, of course, the doctor’s. I had contributed some small items to its perfection, and the specimen who disturbed the household had points of great interest.”

  He added soda to the whisky and handed a glass to me. I resigned myself to this gruesome conversation and merely nodded. Yamamata raised his glass.

  “Comrade Alan Sterling—we drink to the Mandarin Fu Manchu, master of the world!”

  It was a badly needed drink, and I did not challenge his toast; then:

  “The specimen had enormous physical strength,” he went on, “and that blind elemental fury which characterises these products—a fact recognized even by Paracelsus. The section doors had to be closed. And I felt dreadfully guilty.”

  I drank down half the contents of my tumbler; and:

  “What became of...the thing?” I asked.

  “Most regretfully,” Yamamata replied, shaking his head, “the vital spark expired. You see, the temperature of the corridors was unsuitable.”

  I stopped short.

  That clear, indefinable sound or vibration which I had first heard upon the beach of Ste Claire de la Roche came to me again. I saw Yamamata raise one hand and press it against his ear. The sound ceased.

  “Dr. Fu Manchu is waiting for you,” he said.

  He extended both hands cordially, and I grasped them.

  For a moment I had all but forgotten my part; in the horror of the story of that life which was not human, which had been bred, I gathered, in an incubator....

  But now, in time—I remembered.

  “I am going to kneel at his feet,” I said, endeavouring to impart a quality of exaltation into my voice.

  And as I spoke, the smile vanished from the face of Dr. Yamamata as writing sponged from a slate.

  “We all kneel at his feet,” he said solemnly.

  chapter twenty-fifth

  THE LIFE PRINCIPLE

  drenched in the opium fumes of that stygian room, I stood again before Dr. Fu Manchu. His eyes were brilliant as emeralds, the pupils mere pin-points, and he lay back in a padded chair, watching me. I had thought out the words which I would speak, and I spoke them now.

  “I salute the Master of the World,” I said, and bowed deeply before him.

  That the Blessing of the Celestial Vision produced some kind of mental exaltation was clear to me. This I must enact; but it was a mighty task which rested upon my shoulders. That cold hatred which had possessed me at the moment that the news of Petrie’s death had come, now again held absolute sway. I knew that Sir Denis Nayland Smith had not romanced when he had said that this man was Satan’s own—apparently eternal.

  At whatever cost—my life was nothing in such a contest!— I would help to throw him down. I would be the feeble instrument which should prove that the was not eternal.

  He was monstrous—titanic—dreadful—hell’s chosen emissary. But if I could live, if I could hope to trick this gigantic evil brain, I would find means to crush him; to stamp him out;

  to eradicate this super-enemy of all that was clean and wholesome.

  I could not forget the dead men in his workshops. This monster clearly possessed knowledge transcending natural laws. He laughed at God. No matter! he was still human—or so I must continue to believe.

  The price of doubt was insanity....

  He watched me a while in silence and then:

  “In two hours. Companion Sterling,” he said, “you will be called for duty. This is your private telephone.”

  He handed to me what looked like a signet ring, made of some dull white metal. I had to clench my teeth at the moment of contact with those long, talon-like nails; but I took the ring and stared at it curiously.

  “It is adjustable,” Dr. Fu Manchu continued. “Place it upon that finger which you consider most suitable. It is an adaptation—much simplified by Ericksen—of the portable radio now in use among the French police. It does not convey the spoken word. Morse code is used. You know it?”

  “I regret to say that I do not.”

  “It is simple. You will find a copy of the code in your room. The call note used by Ericksen is highly individual, but inaudible a short distance away from the receiver. Companion Trenck will call you to-night for duty and give you further particulars.”

  As he spoke, I started—suppressing an exclamation.

  A queer whistling note had sounded, almost in my ear, and some vague grey shape streaked past me, alighted upon the big table with its litter of strange books and implements, and with a final spring settled upon the yellow-robed shoulder of Dr. Fu Manchu!

  Out from a ball of grey fur, a tiny, wizened face peered at me. One of those taloned hands reached upward and caressed the little creature.

  “Probably the oldest marmoset in the world.” said the guttural voice. “You would not believe me if I told you Peko’s age.”

  And as the Chinaman spoke, the wizened little creature perched upon his shoulder looked down into that majestic, evil face, made a mocking, whistling sound, and clutched with tiny fingers at the little skullcap which Dr. Fu Manchu wore.

  “I shall not detain you now. Urgent matters call me. You may possibly have noticed that Professor Ascheim and Dr. Hohlwag of Berlin have found hormone�
�the life principle—in coal deposits. It will prove to be female. The male I had already . found. It is expressed in a rare orchid which possesses the property of extracting this essence of life from certain Burmese swamps which have absorbed it during untold centuries....

  “It flowers at regrettably long intervals. Companion Trenck is endeavouring to force some specimens forward under special conditions.”

  He struck the little gong beside him upon the table.

  Almost instantaneously, as though he had arisen from the floor like an Arab genie, one of the white-clad Chinese servants appeared, in the doorway to the right of, and behind, Dr. Fu Manchu’s chair.

  A guttural order was spoken; the servant bowed to me and stood aside.

  I bowed deeply to that strange figure in the padded chair, the tiny, wrinkled-face monkey crouched upon his shoulder— and went out.

  I was conducted back to the long corridor with its rows of white-painted doors. That numbered eleven was opened by the Chinese servant, and I found myself in the small, comfortably appointed sitting room. My silent guide indicated an adjoining bedroom with a bathroom opening out of it; whereupon I dismissed him.

  As the sliding door closed and I found myself alone, I examined more particularly these apartments which had been allotted to me. They were beautifully appointed. Silk pyjamas lay upon the temptingly turned-down bed; and though I had never felt in greater danger in the whole of my life, the lure was one I could not resist.

  I recognized a weariness of brain and body which demanded sleep. I made a brief survey of the three rooms before turning in, but although I failed to find any means of entrance or exit other than that opening upon the corridor, that such another exit existed, I knew.

  Nevertheless, nature triumphed....

  I cannot remember undressing, but I vaguely recall tucking my head into the cool pillow. I was asleep instantly.

  The sleep that came to me was not dreamless.

  I stood again, a spectator unseen, in the opium-laden atmosphere of Dr. Fu Manchu’s study. Fleurette sat in a high-backed chair, her eyes staring straight before her. The long yellow hand ofFu Manchu was extended in her direction, and a large disc, which appeared to be composed of some kind of black meteoric stone, was suspended from the ceiling of the room and was slowly revolving.

  As I watched, its movements became more and more rapid, until presently it resembled a globe throwing out ever changing sparks of light.

  The room, Fleurette, the Chinese doctor disappeared. I found myself fascinatedly watching those sparks, their ever changing colour.

  As I watched, a picture formed, mistily, and then very clearly, so that presently it resembled a miniature and very sharp cinematograph projection.

  I saw the Templehof aerodrome at Berlin. I had been there several times and knew it well. I saw Nayland Smith descend from a plane and hurry across the ground to where a long, low, powerful police car awaited him.

  The car drove off. And as in a moving picture, I followed it.

  It skirted Berlin and then headed out into a suburb with which I was not acquainted. Before a large house set back beyond a thick shrubbery- the car pulled up, and Sir Denis, springing out, opened the gate and ran up a path overarched by trees.

  A crown of people was assembled before the house. I saw fire engines and men uncoiling a hose. Through all these, angrily checking their protests, Nayland Smith forced his way, and began to run towards the house...

  Something touched me coldly.

  In an instant I was awake—in utter darkness—my heart thumping.

  Where was I?

  In the house of Dr. Fu Manchu!...and someone, or something, was close beside me.

  chapter twenty-sixth

  THE ORCHID

  “Do not speak—nor turn on the light!”

  Fah Lo Suee! Fah Lo Suee was somewhere in the room beside me....

  “Listen—for there are some things you must know to-night. First, look upon yourself as in China. For although this is France——”

  “France! I am still in France?”

  “You are in Ste Claire de la Roche....It makes no difference; you are in China. No one can leave here day or night without my father’s consent—or mine. Very soon now he opens his war upon the world. He will almost certainly succeed; he has with him some of the finest brains in science, military strategy, and politics which Europe, Asia, and America have ever produced....”

  I resigned myself to the magic of her voice.

  But if I was indeed in Ste Claire, it remained to be seen if no one could leave....

  This house, she told me, was a mere outpost, used chiefly as a base for certain experiments. Elsewhere she had allies of her own, but in Ste Claire, none....

  “For you see I do not agree with all that my father plans— especially his plans concerning Fleurette.”

  “Fleurette! What are these plans?”

  “Ssh!” Cool fingers were laid upon my arm. “Not so loudly. It is about her I came to tell you. She was chosen—before her birth—for this purpose. She had Eastern and Western blood;

  her pedigree on both sides is of the kind my father seeks. I am his only child. It will be Fleurette’s duty to give him a son.”

  “What! Good God! You mean he loves her?”

  Fah Lo Suee laughed softly.

  “How little you know him! She is part of our experiment— the success of which is of political importance. But listen,” she lowered her voice. “J do not wish this experiment to take place....Soon, very soon, we shall be leaving France.

  Fleurette—I think—has found love. She is of a race, on her mother’s side, to whom love comes swiftly...”

  “Do you mean...”

  “I mean that if you want Fleurette I will help you. Is that direct enough? It was for this reason I emptied the syringe and recharged it with a harmless fluid. I had seen...once, in the bay; again, in this room....”

  She had seen me on the beach! Hoping—doubting—trying to think, to plan, I listened....

  Fah Lo Suee had gone.

  That voice which seemed to caress the spirit, in which there was a fluttering quality like the touch of butterfly wings, and sometimes a hard, inexorable purpose which made me think of the glittering beauty of a serpent, had ceased. The presence of the sorceress was withdrawn.

  The room remained in utter darkness; yet I seemed to see her gliding towards the door, and I envisioned her as a slender ivory statue created by some long-dead Greek, and endowed with life, synthetic but potent, by a black magician whose power knew no bounds.

  I waited, as I had promised to wait until I thought that fully a minute had elapsed; then I groped for the switch, found it, and flooded the room with light.

  The door, visible from where I lay, I saw to be closed, nor had I heard it open. The location of the other door I did not know.

  But I was the sole occupant of the place.

  I had still half an hour before I should be summoned to the strange duties which awaited me—half an hour in which to think, to try to plan.

  Going into the bathroom, I turned on the taps. Shaving materials and every other toilet necessity were provided in lavish form. I remembered that I had to memorize the Morse code, and leaving the taps running I returned to the little sitting room and took up a chart of Morse which lay there on the table.

  A brief inspection satisfied me that I could learn it in a few hours. I have that kind of brain which can assimilate exact information very rapidly.

  I returned to the bathroom and mechanically proceeded....

  To what extent could I rely upon the dreams, or what had seemed to be a dream, which had preceded the visit ofFah Lo Suee? There was no evidence, so far as I could see, to indicate that one episode, was more real than the other.

  Perhaps the woman’s visit had been part of the same dream—or perhaps I had dreamed neither! That almost miraculous experiments in radio and television were being carried out in these secret laboratories, I could not doubt. It might be that
that queer scene, resembling one in the cave of some mediaeval astrologer, had actually taken place; that for some reason, accidentally or purposefully, I had become a witness of it.

  “There is as much truth in fable as in fact,” Dr. Fu Manchu had said, when he had drawn my attention to the handbook of the modem alchemist.

  Perhaps the lost Sybilline books upon which much of the policy of ancient Rome was based were not mere guesses but scientific prophecy. Perhaps Fu Manchu had discovered Fleurette to possess the fabulous powers once attributed to the Cumaen oracle....

  I considered the strange things which Fah Lo Suee had told me, but greater significance lay, I thought, in the facts which she had withheld. Nevertheless, some glimmering of an enormity about to be loosed upon the world was penetrating even to my dull mind.

  For good or evil, I must work in concert with this treacherous woman. Her purpose was revealed, and it was one which I understood. In her alone lay safety, not only for myself, but for Western civilisation.

  I had just completed dressing when that tiny penetrating sound seemed to vibrate throughout my frame. It sustained one long note and then ceased; no attempt was made to send me a message other than the signal which told me that my six hours’ watch had commenced.

  The door slid open, and one of the white-robed Chinamen ‘ appeared in the opening, inclining his head slightly and indicating that I should follow him. I slipped the code book into a pocket of my overall....

  Exit without leave (which only Fu Manchu has power to give) was out of the question, Fah Lo Suee had assured me. Failing outside assistance, there was no means of leaving save by the main gate.

  This was the problem exercising my mind as I followed my silent guide downstairs and along to the botanical research room.

  I found the famous Dutch botanist in a state of great scientific excitement. Already I was partly reconciled to the indisputable fact that he had died some years earlier in Sumatra. He led me to a small house where artificial sunlight prevailed.

  About the mummy-like roots of some kind of dwarf mangrove which grew there, a bank of muddy soil steamed malariously. The place stank like an Amazon forest in the rainy season.

 

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