by Sax Rohmer
"Yale also was in touch. At six o'clock I had got all the facts--including an address in Finchley Road; and at six-thirty I called Weymouth at the Park Avenue giving him full instructions. I arranged to meet him outside Lord's at half-past nine to-night.
"By sheer accident, ten minutes later, I caught Palmer, the parlourmaid, at the tele- phone. Murray was in his consulting-room, and there was nothing in itself remarkable about the girl's presence at the phone. She makes appointments and receives patients.
"But I heard my own name mentioned! "I taxed her--and she got muddled. She was clever enough to wriggle out of the diffi- culty, verbally; but I had become gravely suspicious. Bearing this in mind, Greville, it's all the less excusable that I should have fallen into the trap planted for me.
"Murray's house overlooks a common, and it's usually safe to trust to picking up a taxi on the main road, although sometimes one has to wait. During dinner I said nothing about Palmer, being still in two minds as to her complicity. But when I left, I made a blunder for which I should certainly condemn the rawest recruit.
"The door of Murray's house opens on a side turning--and as I came out a taxi, proceeding slowly in the direction of the common, passed me. The man looked out as I came down the steps and slowed up. I counted it a stroke of luck, said 'Lord's cricket ground--main entrance'--and jumped in."
Nayland Smith smiled. It was not the genial, revealing smile that I knew.
"End of story!" he added. The windows were unopenable. As I closed the door, which locked automatically, a charge of gas was puffed into the interior. That taxi, Greville, had been waiting for me! "
"Then Weymouth and Yale-- "
"Weymouth and Yale, with a Flying Squad party, are covering the house of some perfectly harmless citizen in Finchley Road! What they'll do when I fail to turn up, I can't say. But they haven't a ghost of a clue to this place--wherever it is! "
"It's beside the Regent Canal," I replied slowly "That's all I know about it. "
"Quite sufficient," he rapped. "In your amazing interview with Li King Su I detect our only ray of hope...."
An interruption came. Dimly--for sounds were muffled in this room--I heard the ringing of a bell. I saw Nayland Smith start. We both listened. We had not long to wait for the nest development.
Into the room the huge Nubian came running--followed by the man whom I knew now to be a Dyak. They swept down upon Nayland Smith!
I became tongue-tied. Horror had robbed me of speech.
The man with the mark of Kali on his brow bent swiftly. I tugged at my bonds. Nayland Smith caught my glance.. Don't worry, Greville," he said. "A hasty removal of prisoners is evidently--"
The Nubian clapped a huge black hand over the speaker's mouth!
I saw Nayland Smith, released from the chair, but rebound by the Dyak expert, lifted in the grasp of the giant Negro. He carried Sir Denis as he might have carried a toy dog under one arm--but he kept his free hand pressed to the captive's mouth.
There came a breathless interval. That dim ringing was renewed. The devotee of Kali considered me, his eyes lascivious with murder. Then, as the ringing persisted, he grasped my bound ankles, jerked me to the carpet, and dragged me out of the room! Where, formerly, I had been carried up, now I was hauled down and down, until I knew I was in the cellars of the house.
That I arrived there without sprained wrists or a cracked skull was something of a miracle. Arms fastened behind me, I had nevertheless done all I could to protect my head as I was dragged down many steps to the basement.
Into some dark, paved place, I was finally bundled. I divined, rather than knew, that Nayland Smith lay beside me.
"Sir Denis," I gasped.
Wiry fingers gripped my throat, squeezing me to silence; but:
"Here!" Smith replied.
The word was cut off shortly--significantly.
There came a stirring up above--a sound of voices--of movement... shuffling.
My brain began to work rapidly, despite all the maltreatment my skull had received. This was an unexpected visit of some kind! The house was being cleared of its noxious elements, of its prisoners; made presentable for inspection! Possibly--the thought set my heart hammering-- Weymouth, after all, had secured some clue which had led him here.
I listened intently.
Short, regular breathing almost in my ear warned me that the slightest sound on my part would result in that strangle grip being renewed.
Yes! It was the police! There were heavy footsteps in the lobby above--deep voices.
Those sounds died away.
I told myself that the search party had gone up to explore the higher floors--and I wondered who was posing as owner of the house--and what had been done with the body of Li King Su.
The cellar in which I lay possessed drum- like properties. I distinctly heard heavy foot- steps on the stairs--descending.
Perhaps the searchers had been unsatis- fied! Perhaps they were about to go! Then I heard, and recognized, a deep voice--
Weymouth!
At that, I determined to risk all.
A significant choking sound which came from the darkness behind might have warned me--for, even as I opened my mouth, a lean, oily smelling hand covered it--a steely grip was on my throat!...
"I trust you are satisfied, Inspector?" I heard, in a quavering female voice. "If there is anything else-- "
"Nothing further, madam, thank you!"... Weymouth!... "Evidently she didn't come here. I can only apologise for troubling you."
Receding footsteps... murmurs of conver- sation.
The bang of a street door! My head dropped back limply as the deathly grip was removed; a whisper came out of the darkness:
"A divine accident--wasted!"
Nayland Smith was the speaker... and I knew that that indomitable spirit was very near to despair.
What possibly could have led Weymouth here? Clearly he had no information to justify a detailed search; no warrant. "Evidently she didn't come here...." In those words the clue lay. And who was the old woman of the quavering voice?
Rapidly, these reflections flashed through my mind--but uppermost was a sense of such bitter, hopeless disappointment as I had never known before.
Truly, it was Fate.
Perhaps, as Fah Lo Suee believed, as Li King Su had believed, the day of the West was ended; perhaps we were obstacles in the way of some cataclysmic change, ordained, inevitable--and so must be brushed aside.
When presently we found ourselves back in that room where the figure of Kali sat, immutable, on a lacquer dias, I told myself that nothing which could happen now could stir me from this dreadful apathy into which I was fallen. And, as had been the case so often in my dealings with this fiendish group, I was wrong.
From my place on the divan I stared across at Nayland Smith where he sat limply in the armchair. Then I looked quickly around.
Some time before I had suspected the tall lacquer cabinet-- because of its resemblance to one I remembered at Abbots Hold--of being a concealed door. I had imagined that the figure of Kali which surmounted it was moving. I had been right.
The masked door opened and Fah Lo Suee came in.
She wore black gloves, carried a white silk shawl, a lace cap, and a pair of spectacles!... Her smile was mocking.
I might have known--from her uncanny power of mastering languages and dialects-- who the "old woman" had been!
"A difficult moment, Shan," she said composedly. "Something I had not foreseen or provided for. A keener brain--such as yours, Sir Denis--might have challenged the gloves, even in the case of a very eccentric old lady!"
She began to pull them off, revealing those beautiful, long, feline hands.
"But my hands are rather memorable," she added without hint of vanity and simply as a statement of fact. "A late but expected guest was traced here. Fortunately, the taxi- driver upon whose evidence the visit was made was uncertain of the number. But it was very clever of the superintendent--following a telephone
call from the lady's last address-- to find the man who had driven her from the station."
She turned her long, arrow eyes in Nayland Smith's direction... and I saw his jaw harden as he clenched his teeth. I know, now, that already he understood.
"I respect you so much. Sir Denis," she went on, "that I know your removal is vital to my council. But I promise you it shall be swift."
Nayland Smith remained silent.
"A traitor has already paid the price which we demanded. When Li King Su and yourself are found together--the inference will be obvious. And I have arranged for you to be found at the Limehouse end of the Canal. "
"Congratulations," he said. "You wear the cloak of your lamented father gracefully."
Perhaps some shade of emotion passed swiftly across the impassive face of Fah Lo Suee; perhaps I only imagined it. But she continued without pause:
"For you, Shan, I have pleasant duties in China--where I must return immediately, my work here undone." Again she stared at Nayland Smith. "But I am not greedy, Shan, and you shall not be lonely."
She clapped her hands.
The door from the lobby opened....
And Rima was pushed into the room by the Nubian!
3
Over those first few moments that followed, I must leave a veil. Exactly what took place I shall never know. The shock of it stupefied me.
".... They said you were ill, Shan.... I came right away without waiting to speak to a soul...."
Those words reached me through a sort of drumming in my head. Now I saw Rima's grave eyes turn to Fah Lo Suee in such a look of loathing horror as I had never seen in them before.
But Fah Lo Suee met that glance without animosity. In her own strange eyes of jade green there was no glint of feminine triumph, no mockery. Only a calm consideration. She had mocked Nayland Smith, she had mocked me: we were her active potent enemies, and she had outwitted us. Rima she regarded with something strangely like a cold compassion.
That God had ever given life to a woman so far above the weaknesses of her sex as Fah Lo Suee was something I could never have believed without convincing evidence. Even her curious infatuation for myself was a mere feline fancy, ordered and contained. She would have sacrificed nothing to it; nor would it long outlast its realisation.
"Shan!" Rima's voice suddenly rose to a high emotional note; she moved forward. "Tell me-- "
"Be silent, child," said Fah Lo Suee. "Sit there,"
She indicated an arm-chair. Rima's despairing glance met mine; then she obeyed that quiet, imperious command. Fah Lo Suee signalled to the Nubian to go. He withdrew, not wholly closing the door.
"Shan attracts me," Fah Lo Suee went on. "Apart from which he has qualities which will prove useful when we move in Egypt. But I don't want to steal him from you"--she glanced at Rima--"and he would be unhappy without you."
We were all watching her. There was absolute silence in the room when she ceased speaking. Of the many violent scenes I had known from that dark hour when Sir Lionel's voice--or so I had supposed at the time-- called out to me in the wadi where we were camped, this quiet, deadly interlude before the amazement to come recurs most frequently in my memory.
"It is very simple, Shan"--she turned to me. "Sir Denis has checked me--would always check me. He knows too much of our plans. So do you. The others can wait. If Superintendent Weymouth had come here alone--he would have remained.... After you have gone... he will become dangerous. But he must wait.
"His arrival here to-night was an unfortunate accident-- due to my consideration of your happiness."
I met the steady gaze of those enthralling eyes.... "Your happiness...." As though, unwittingly, she had communicated her secret thoughts to me, I grasped the truth; I saw the part that Rima was to play. I, alone, might prove difficult. Rima, helpless in the power of Fah Lo Suee, would make me a pliant slave! Suddenly:
"More and more," said Nayland Smith, "I regret the absence of Dr. Fu Manchu. I would rather deal with him than with his daughter!"
Fah Lo Suee turned, suddenly.
"Why do you assume my father to be dead?" she asked.
Nayland Smith exchanged a rapid glance with me; then:
"I don't assume anything of the kind," he rapped, with all his old vigour. "I know he's alive! "
"How do you know? "
"That is my business. Kindly confine yourself to a statement of your own."
There were some moments of silence; then:
"Dr. Fu Manchu," said Fah Lo Suee, "is alive--yes. You were always a clever man, Sir Denis. But his age prohibits travel."
I dared not trust myself to look at Nayland Smith. It was incredible.
She didn't know that Fu Manchu was in England!
Smith made no reply.
"The work that he laid down," Fah Lo Suee went on, "I have taken up. The Si Fan, Sir Denis, is a power again. But time is precious. The unforeseen visit of Superintendent Weymouth delayed me. There are only two members in England now. They are in this house. They will leave with me.... Shan, do you choose that yourself and Rima shall travel as baggage, or will you bow to the inevitable? "
"Agree!" rapped Nayland Smith. "A hundred chances of helping the world present themselves to live man--but not to a synthetic corpse. "
"Shan!"
Rima wild-eyed, was staring at me. She sprung up from her chair.
"What?" I asked dully.
"I don't know the meaning of it all--I can only guess; but you wouldn't bargain, Shan?"
Nayland Smith caught my wandering glance, and:
"He would, Rima," he answered. "So would I--if I had the chance! Don't be foolish, little lady. This isn't a game of tennis. It's a game of which you don't know the rules. There's only one thing to play for... life. Because, while one of us lives, there's always a chance that that one may win!-- Agree, Greville! It's nine thousand miles to China--and with two active brains alert, anything may happen."
I closed my eyes. This was agony. An age seemed to pass. Had Nayland Smith some scheme behind his words? And where did my duty lie?... My duty to Rima; my duty to the world....
"I will agree," I said at last--and my voice was one I could never have recognized, "on the distinct understanding that Rima is not to be harmed or molested in any way--and that Sir Denis is released to-night."
Opening my eyes, I glanced quickly at Fah Lo Suee. Her expression was inscrutable. I looked at Rima. She was staring at me--an uncomprehending stare.... Lastly I looked at Nayland Smith.
His steely eyes regarded me wistfully. He twisted his lips in a wry grimace and shook his head, as:
"Your second condition is impossible," Fah Lo Suee replied.
And as she spoke the miracle happened; the thing of which to this very hour I some- times doubt the reality, seeming, as it does now, rather part of a fevered dream than an actual occurrence.
I don't know what prompted me, as that bell-like voice ceased, to look again at Rima. But I did so.
She was staring past me--at the lacquer cabinet where Kali sat--the hidden doorway Fah Lo Suee had closed again. I twisted around.
Very slowly--inch by inch--inch by inch --the door was opening! Then, suddenly, it was opened wide. Out of the darkness beyond two figures came; first, the Dyak, who, instant on entering the room, turned again to the lacquered door and dropped on his knees; second the Nubian--who also prostrated himself!
Thirdly, and last, came a figure whose image must remain imprinted on my mind for ever....
It was that of a very tall old man; emaci- ated to a degree which I had hitherto associ- ated only .with mummies. His great height was not appreciable at first glance, by reason of the fact that he stooped very much, resting his weight on a stout stick. He wore a plain black garment, resembling a cassock, and a little black cap was set on his head....
His skull--his fleshless yellow skull--was enormous. I thought that such a brain must be that either of a madman or a genius. And his face, a map of wrinkles, resembled nothing so much as the s
hrivelled majesty of the Pharaoh Seti I who lies in the Cairo Museum!
Deeply sunken eyes emitted a dull green spark.
But this frail old man radiated such power that I was chilled--it seemed to be physical; I could not have experienced a more dreadful sense of impotent horror if the long-dead Pharoah himself had appeared before me....
Those sunken, commanding eyes ignored my existence. Their filmy but potent regard passed the grovelling men, passed me, and was set upon Fah Lo Suee. Then came a sibilant command, utterly beyond my powers to describe:
"Kneel, little thiefl I am standing...."
I twisted around.
Fah Lo Suee, a chalky quality tingeing the peach bloom of her skin, had lowered that insolent head! As I turned, staring, she dropped to her knees!
And now I saw that Nayland Smith, bound as he was, arms and ankles, had got to his feet. Through the tropical yellow of his complexion, through the artificial stain which still lingered, he had paled.
The hissing voice spoke again.
"Greeting, Sir Denis. Be seated."
Smith's teeth were clenched so hard that his jaw muscles stood out lumpishly. But, relaxing and speaking in a low, even tone:
"Greetings," he replied, "Dr. Fu Manchu."
4
Three times, heavily, Dr. Fu Manchu beat his stick upon the floor.
Two Burmans came in and saluted him.
I knew them. They were the dacoits who had been present at the Council of Seven in el-Kharga.
Dr. Fu Manchu advanced into the room. Extending a bony, clawlike hand, he indicated the kneeling Fah Lo Suee.
And, without a word or glance, eyes lowered, Fah Lo Suee went out with her dreadful escort! It was in my heart to pity her, so utterly was she fallen, so slavishly did that proud woman bow her head to this terrible, imperious old man.
As he passed the prostrate figures of the Nubian and the Dyak, walking heavily and slowly, he touched them each with his stick. He spoke in a low voice, gutturally. They sprang up and approached Rima! Throughout this extraordinary scene, which had passed much more quickly than its telling conveys, Rima had remained seated-- stupefied. Now, realising the meaning of Fu Manchu's last order, she stood up--horror in her eyes.