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Page 102
Fu-Manchu was in an opium sleep!
The dim light traced out a network of tiny lines, which covered
the yellow face from the pointed chin to the top of the great domed brow,
and formed deep shadow pools in the hollows beneath his eyes.
At last we had triumphed.
I could not determine the depth of his obscene trance; and mastering
some of my repugnance, and forgetful of Karamaneh's warning, I was about
to step forward into the room, loaded with its nauseating opium fumes,
when a soft breath fanned my cheek.
"Do not go in!" came Karamaneh's warning voice--hushed--trembling.
Her little hand grasped my arm. She drew Smith and myself back
from the door.
"There is danger there!" she whispered.
"Do not enter that room! The police must reach him in some way--
and drag him out! Do not enter that room!"
The girl's voice quivered hysterically; her eyes blazed into savage flame.
The fierce resentment born of dreadful wrongs was consuming her now;
but fear of Fu-Manchu held her yet. Inspector Weymouth came down the stairs
and joined us.
"I have sent the boy to Ryman's room at the station," he said.
"The divisional surgeon will look after him until you arrive,
Dr. Petrie. All is ready now. The launch is just off
the wharf and every side of the place under observation.
Where's our man?"
He drew a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and raised
his eyebrows interrogatively. The absence of sound--
of any demonstration from the uncanny Chinaman whom he was there
to arrest--puzzled him.
Nayland Smith jerked his thumb toward the curtain.
At that, and before we could utter a word, Weymouth stepped
to the draped door. He was a man who drove straight at
his goal and saved reflections for subsequent leisure.
I think, moreover, that the atmosphere of the place
(stripped as it was it retained its heavy, voluptuous perfume)
had begun to get a hold upon him. He was anxious to shake it off;
to be up and doing.
He pulled the curtain aside and stepped into the room.
Smith and I perforce followed him. Just within the door
the three of us stood looking across at the limp thing which
had spread terror throughout the Eastern and Western world.
Helpless as Fu-Manchu was, he inspired terror now, though the giant
intellect was inert--stupefied.
In the dimly lit apartment we had quitted I heard Karamaneh utter
a stifled scream. But it came too late.
As though cast up by a volcano, the silken cushions,
the inlaid table with its blue-shaded lamp, the garish walls,
the sprawling figure with the ghastly light playing upon
its features--quivered, and shot upward!
So it seemed to me; though, in the ensuing instant I remembered,
too late, a previous experience of the floors of Fu-Manchu's
private apartments; I knew what had indeed befallen us.
A trap had been released beneath our feet.
I recall falling--but have no recollection of the end of my fall--
of the shock marking the drop. I only remember fighting for my
life against a stifling something which had me by the throat.
I knew that I was being suffocated, but my hands met only
the deathly emptiness.
Into a poisonous well of darkness I sank. I could not cry out.
I was helpless. Of the fate of my companions I knew nothing--
could surmise nothing. Then. . .all consciousness ended.
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