“Dr. Fu-Manchu!” whispered Smith, grasping my arm.
Indeed, it was the unmistakable voice of the Chinaman, raised hysterically3 in one of those outbursts which in the past I had diagnosed as symptomatic of dangerous mania4.
The voice rose to a scream, the scream of some angry animal rather than anything human. Then, chokingly, it ceased. Another short sharp cry followed—but not in the voice of Fu-Manchu—a dull groan5, and the sound of a fall.
With Smith still grasping my wrist, I shrank back into the doorway6, as something that looked in the darkness like a great ball of fluff came rapidly along the passage toward me. Just at my feet the thing stopped and I made it out for a small animal. The tiny, gleaming eyes looked up at me, and, chattering7 wickedly, the creature bounded past and was lost from view.
It was Dr. Fu-Manchu’s marmoset.
Smith dragged me back into the room which we had just left. As he partly reclosed the door, I heard the clapping of hands. In a condition of most dreadful suspense8, we waited; until a new, ominous9 sound proclaimed itself. Some heavy body was being dragged into the passage. I heard the opening of a trap. Exclamations10 in guttural voices told of a heavy task in progress; there was a great straining and creaking—whereupon the trap was softly reclosed.
“Fu-Manchu has chastised12 one of his servants,” he whispered. “There will be food for the grappling-irons to-night!”
I shuddered13 violently, for, without Smith’s words, I knew that a bloody14 deed had been done in that house within a few yards of where we stood.
In the new silence, I could hear the drip, drip, drip of the rain outside the window; then a steam siren hooted15 dismally16 upon the river, and I thought how the screw of that very vessel17, even as we listened, might be tearing the body of Fu-Manchu’s servant!
“Have you some one waiting?” whispered Smith, eagerly.
“How long was I insensible?”
“About half an hour.”
“Then the cabman will be waiting.”
“Have you a whistle with you?”
I felt in my coat pocket.
“Yes,” I reported.
“Good! Then we will take a chance.”
Again we slipped out into the passage and began a stealthy progress to the west. Ten paces amid absolute darkness, and we found ourselves abreast18 of a branch corridor. At the further end, through a kind of little window, a dim light shone.
“See if you can find the trap,” whispered Smith; “light your lamp.”
I directed the ray of the pocket-lamp upon the floor, and there at my feet was a square wooden trap. As I stooped to examine it, I glanced back, painfully, over my shoulder—and saw Nayland Smith tiptoeing away from me along the passage toward the light!
Inwardly I cursed his folly20, but the temptation to peep in at that little window proved too strong for me, as it had proved too strong for him.
Fearful that some board would creak beneath my tread, I followed; and side by side we two crouched21, looking into a small rectangular room. It was a bare and cheerless apartment with unpapered walls and carpetless floor. A table and a chair constituted the sole furniture.
Seated in the chair, with his back toward us, was a portly Chinaman who wore a yellow, silken robe. His face, it was impossible to see; but he was beating his fist upon the table, and pouring out a torrent22 of words in a thin, piping voice. So much I perceived at a glance; then, into view at the distant end of the room, paced a tall, high-shouldered figure—a figure unforgettable, at once imposing23 and dreadful, stately and sinister24.
With the long, bony hands behind him, fingers twining and intertwining serpentinely about the handle of a little fan, and with the pointed25 chin resting on the breast of the yellow robe, so that the light from the lamp swinging in the center of the ceiling gleamed upon the great, dome-like brow, this tall man paced somberly from left to right.
He cast a sidelong, venomous glance at the voluble speaker out of half-shut eyes; in the act they seemed to light up as with an internal luminance; momentarily they sparkled like emeralds; then their brilliance26 was filmed over as in the eyes of a bird when the membrane27 is lowered.
My blood seemed to chill, and my heart to double its pulsations; beside me Smith was breathing more rapidly than usual. I knew now the explanation of the feeling which had claimed me when first I had descended28 the stone stairs. I knew what it was that hung like a miasma29 over that house. It was the aura, the glamour30, which radiated from this wonderful and evil man as light radiates from radium. It was the vril, the force, of Dr. Fu-Manchu.
I began to move away from the window. But Smith held my wrist as in a vise. He was listening raptly to the torrential speech of the Chinaman who sat in the chair; and I perceived in his eyes the light of a sudden comprehension.
As the tall figure of the Chinese doctor came pacing into view again, Smith, his head below the level of the window, pushed me gently along the passage.
Regaining31 the site of the trap, he whispered to me: “We owe our lives, Petrie, to the national childishness of the Chinese! A race of ancestor worshipers is capable of anything, and Dr. Fu-Manchu, the dreadful being who has rained terror upon Europe stands in imminent32 peril33 of disgrace for having lost a decoration.”
“What do you mean, Smith?”
“I mean that this is no time for delay, Petrie! Here, unless I am greatly mistaken, lies the rope by means of which you made your entrance. It shall be the means of your exit. Open the trap!”
Handling the lamp to Smith, I stooped and carefully raised the trap-door. At which moment, a singular and dramatic thing happened.
“Not that way! O God, not that way!”
In my surprise and confusion I all but let the trap fall, but I retained sufficient presence of mind to replace it gently. Standing35 upright, I turned... and there, with her little jeweled hand resting upon Smith’s arm, stood Karamaneh!
In all my experience of him, I had never seen Nayland Smith so utterly36 perplexed37. Between anger, distrust and dismay, he wavered; and each passing emotion was written legibly upon the lean bronzed features. Rigid38 with surprise, he stared at the beautiful face of the girl. She, although her hand still rested upon Smith’s arm, had her dark eyes turned upon me with that same enigmatical expression. Her lips were slightly parted, and her breast heaved tumultuously.
This ten seconds of silence in which we three stood looking at one another encompassed39 the whole gamut40 of human emotion. The silence was broken by Karamaneh.
“They will be coming back that way!” she whispered, bending eagerly toward me. (How, in the most desperate moments, I loved to listen to that odd, musical accent!) “Please, if you would save your life, and spare mine, trust me!”—She suddenly clasped her hands together and looked up into my face, passionately—“Trust me—just for once—and I will show you the way!”
Nayland Smith never removed his gaze from her for a moment, nor did he stir.
“Oh!” she whispered, tremulously, and stamped one little red slipper41 upon the floor. “Won’t you heed42 me? Come, or it will be too late!”
I glanced anxiously at my friend; the voice of Dr. Fu-Manchu, now raised in anger, was audible above the piping tones of the other Chinaman. And as I caught Smith’s eye, in silent query—the trap at my feet began slowly to lift!
Karamaneh stifled43 a little sobbing44 cry; but the warning came too late. A hideous45 yellow face with oblique46 squinting47 eyes, appeared in the aperture48.
I found myself inert49, useless; I could neither think nor act. Nayland Smith, however, as if instinctively50, delivered a pitiless kick at the head protruding51 above the trap.
A sickening crushing sound, with a sort of muffled52 snap, spoke of a broken jaw-bone; and with no word or cry, the Chinaman fell. As the trap descended with a bang, I heard the thud of his body on the stone stairs beneath.
But we were lost. Karamaneh fled along one of the passages lightly as a bird, and disappeared as Dr. Fu-Manchu, his top lip drawn53 up above his teeth in the manner of an angry jackal, appeared from the other.
“This way!” cried Smith, in a voice that rose almost to a shriek—“this way!”—and he led toward the room overhanging the steps.
Off we dashed with panic swiftness, only to find that this retreat also was cut off. Dimly visible in the darkness was a group of yellow men, and despite the gloom, the curved blades of the knives which they carried glittered menacingly. The passage was full of dacoits!
Smith and I turned, together. The trap was raised again, and the Burman, who had helped to tie me, was just scrambling54 up beside Dr. Fu-Manchu, who stood there watching us, a shadowy, sinister figure.
“The game’s up, Petrie!” muttered Smith. “It has been a long fight, but Fu-Manchu wins!”
“Not entirely55!” I cried. I whipped the police whistle from my pocket, and raised it to my lips; but brief as the interval56 had been, the dacoits were upon me.
A sinewy57 brown arm shot over my shoulder and the whistle was dashed from my grasp. Then came a whirl of maelstrom58 fighting with Smith and myself ever sinking lower amid a whirlpool, as it seemed, of blood-lustful eyes, yellow fangs59, and gleaming blades.
I had some vague idea that the rasping voice of Fu-Manchu broke once through the turmoil60, and when, with my wrists tied behind me, I emerged from the strife61 to find myself lying beside Smith in the passage, I could only assume that the Chinaman had ordered his bloody servants to take us alive; for saving numerous bruises62 and a few superficial cuts, I was unwounded.
The place was utterly deserted63 again, and we two panting captives found ourselves alone with Dr. Fu-Manchu. The scene was unforgettable; that dimly lighted passage, its extremities64 masked in shadow, and the tall, yellow-robed figure of the Satanic Chinaman towering over us where we lay.
He had recovered his habitual65 calm, and as I peered at him through the gloom I was impressed anew with the tremendous intellectual force of the man. He had the brow of a genius, the features of a born ruler; and even in that moment I could find time to search my memory, and to discover that the face, saving the indescribable evil of its expression, was identical with that of Seti, the mighty66 Pharaoh who lies in the Cairo Museum.
Down the passage came leaping and gamboling the doctor’s marmoset. Uttering its shrill67, whistling cry, it leaped onto his shoulder, clutched with its tiny fingers at the scanty68, neutral-colored hair upon his crown, and bent forward, peering grotesquely69 into that still, dreadful face.
Dr. Fu-Manchu stroked the little creature; and crooned to it, as a mother to her infant. Only this crooning, and the labored70 breathing of Smith and myself, broke that impressive stillness.
Suddenly the guttural voice began:
“You come at an opportune71 time, Mr. Commissioner72 Nayland Smith, and Dr. Petrie; at a time when the greatest man in China flatters me with a visit. In my absence from home, a tremendous honor has been conferred upon me, and, in the hour of this supreme73 honor, dishonor and calamity74 have befallen! For my services to China—the New China, the China of the future—I have been admitted by the Sublime75 Prince to the Sacred Order of the White Peacock.”
Warming to his discourse76, he threw wide his arms, hurling77 the chattering marmoset fully19 five yards along the corridor.
“O god of Cathay!” he cried, sibilantly, “in what have I sinned that this catastrophe78 has been visited upon my head! Learn, my two dear friends, that the sacred white peacock brought to these misty79 shores for my undying glory, has been lost to me! Death is the penalty of such a sacrilege; death shall be my lot, since death I deserve.”
Covertly80 Smith nudged me with his elbow. I knew what the nudge was designed to convey; he would remind me of his words—anent the childish trifles which sway the life of intellectual China.
Personally, I was amazed. That Fu-Manchu’s anger, grief, sorrow and resignation were real, no one watching him, and hearing his voice, could doubt.
He continued:
“By one deed, and one deed alone, may I win a lighter81 punishment. By one deed, and the resignation of all my titles, all my lands, and all my honors, may I merit to be spared to my work—which has only begun.”
I knew now that we were lost, indeed; these were confidences which our graves should hold inviolate82! He suddenly opened fully those blazing green eyes and directed their baneful83 glare upon Nayland Smith.
“The Director of the Universe,” he continued, softly, “has relented toward me. To-night, you die! To-night, the arch-enemy of our caste shall be no more. This is my offering—the price of redemption...”
My mind was working again, and actively84. I managed to grasp the stupendous truth—and the stupendous possibility.
Dr. Fu-Manchu was in the act of clapping his hands, when I spoke.
“Stop!” I cried.
He paused, and the weird85 film, which sometimes became visible in his eyes, now obscured their greenness, and lent him the appearance of a blind man.
“Dr. Petrie,” he said, softly, “I shall always listen to you with respect.”
“I have an offer to make,” I continued, seeking to steady my voice. “Give us our freedom, and I will restore your shattered honor—I will restore the sacred peacock!”
Dr. Fu-Manchu bent forward until his face was so close to mine that I could see the innumerable lines which, an intricate network, covered his yellow skin.
“I can restore your white peacock,” I said; “I and I alone, know where it is!”—and I strove not to shrink from the face so close to mine.
Upright shot the tall figure; high above his head Fu-Manchu threw his arms—and a light of exaltation gleamed in the now widely opened, catlike eyes.
“O god!” he screamed, frenziedly—“O god of the Golden Age! like a phoenix87 I arise from the ashes of myself!” He turned to me. “Quick! Quick! make your bargain! End my suspense!”
Smith stared at me like a man dazed; but, ignoring him, I went on:
“You will release me, now, immediately. In another ten minutes it will be too late; my friend will remain. One of your—servants—can accompany me, and give the signal when I return with the peacock. Mr. Nayland Smith and yourself, or another, will join me at the corner of the street where the raid took place last night. We shall then give you ten minutes grace, after which we shall take whatever steps we choose.”
“Agreed!” cried Fu-Manchu. “I ask but one thing from an Englishman; your word of honor?”
“I give it.”
Ten minutes later, Nayland Smith and I, standing beside the cab, whose lights gleamed yellowly through the mist, exchanged a struggling, frightened bird for our lives—capitulated with the enemy of the white race.
With characteristic audacity—and characteristic trust in the British sense of honor—Dr. Fu-Manchu came in person with Nayland Smith, in response to the wailing89 signal of the dacoit who had accompanied me. No word was spoken, save that the cabman suppressed a curse of amazement90; and the Chinaman, his sinister servant at his elbow, bowed low—and left us, surely to the mocking laughter of the gods!
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