The Insidious Dr. Fu Manchu eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 278 pages of information about The Insidious Dr. Fu Manchu.

The Insidious Dr. Fu Manchu eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 278 pages of information about The Insidious Dr. Fu Manchu.

An intense excitement was clearly upon him, and he communicated it to me.  Who was the occupant of the room above?

Footsteps on the stair, and the Chinaman reappeared, recrossed the floor, and went out.  The little, bent man went over to another bunk, this time leading up the stair one who looked like a lascar.

“Did you see his right hand?” whispered Smith.  “A dacoit!  They come here to report and to take orders.  Petrie, Dr. Fu-Manchu is up there.”

“What shall we do?”—­softly.

“Wait.  Then we must try to rush the stairs.  It would be futile to bring in the police first.  He is sure to have some other exit.  I will give the word while the little yellow devil is down here.  You are nearer and will have to go first, but if the hunchback follows, I can then deal with him.”

Our whispered colloquy was interrupted by the return of the dacoit, who recrossed the room as the Chinaman had done, and immediately took his departure.  A third man, whom Smith identified as a Malay, ascended the mysterious stairs, descended, and went out; and a fourth, whose nationality it was impossible to determine, followed.  Then, as the softly moving usher crossed to a bunk on the right of the outer door—­

“Up you go, Petrie,” cried Smith, for further delay was dangerous and further dissimulation useless.

I leaped to my feet.  Snatching my revolver from the pocket of the rough jacket I wore, I bounded to the stair and went blundering up in complete darkness.  A chorus of brutish cries clamored from behind, with a muffled scream rising above them all.  But Nayland Smith was close behind as I raced along a covered gangway, in a purer air, and at my heels when I crashed open a door at the end and almost fell into the room beyond.

What I saw were merely a dirty table, with some odds and ends upon it of which I was too excited to take note, an oil-lamp swung by a brass chain above, and a man sitting behind the table.  But from the moment that my gaze rested upon the one who sat there, I think if the place had been an Aladdin’s palace I should have had no eyes for any of its wonders.

He wore a plain yellow robe, of a hue almost identical with that of his smooth, hairless countenance.  His hands were large, long and bony, and he held them knuckles upward, and rested his pointed chin upon their thinness.  He had a great, high brow, crowned with sparse, neutral-colored hair.

Of his face, as it looked out at me over the dirty table, I despair of writing convincingly.  It was that of an archangel of evil, and it was wholly dominated by the most uncanny eyes that ever reflected a human soul, for they were narrow and long, very slightly oblique, and of a brilliant green.  But their unique horror lay in a certain filminess (it made me think of the membrana nictitans in a bird) which, obscuring them as I threw wide the door, seemed to lift as I actually passed the threshold, revealing the eyes in all their brilliant iridescence.

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