The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu: Being a Somewhat Detailed Account of the Amazing Adventures of Nayland Smith in His Trailing of the Sinister Chinaman |
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asked Aziz beautiful began beneath breath Burma Cadby China Chinaman Chinese clew close cottage Crich dacoit dark dead death Denby Doctor door dreadful dropped face faint fear feet fell floor Fu-Man Fu-Manchu girl glanced Graham Guthrie hand hashish head heard Ho-Nan horror Inspector Weymouth jerked Karamanèh knew Kwee lamp leaped light locked looked Lord Southery Manchu manèh Maple Cottage marmoset mind Miss Eltham murder mysterious Nayland Smith never night Norris West passed perfume Petrie pipe police rapped Smith Redmoat replied sarcophagus Scotland Yard secret seemed seen shadow shoulders shrubbery silence Sir Crichton Sir Lionel Barton someone sound stairs stood strange Strozza Thames thing thought threw to-night turned uncanny voice wall watching whilst whispered whispered Smith window wire jacket woman wonder words yellow Yellow Peril Zayat
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Page 307 - We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held In Midnight by the Master of the Show...
Page 24 - This man, whether a fanatic or a duly appointed agent, is, unquestionably, the most malign and formidable personality existing in the world today. He is a linguist who speaks with almost equal facility in any of the civilized languages, and in most of the barbaric. He is an adept in all the arts and sciences which a great university could teach him. He also is an adept in certain obscure arts and sciences which no university of today can teach. He has the brains of any three men of genius Imagine...
Page 366 - Imagine a person, tall, lean and feline, high-shouldered, with a brow like Shakespeare and a face like Satan, a closeshaven skull, and long, magnetic eyes of true cat-green.
Page 168 - Movemerit, and the man who fought on behalf of the entire white race. How can I paint the individual who now stood before us— perhaps the greatest genius of modern times? Of him it had been fitly said that he had a brow like Shakespeare and a face like Satan. Something serpentine, hypnotic, was in his very presence. Smith drew one sharp breath, and was silent. Together, chained to the wall, two mediaeval captives, living mockeries of our boasted modern security, we crouched before Dr.
Page 171 - A marmoset landed on the shoulder of Dr. Fu-Manchu and peered grotesquely into the dreadful yellow face. The Doctor raised his bony hand and fondled the little creature, crooning to it. 'One of my pets, Mr. Smith,' he said, suddenly opening his eyes fully so that they blazed like green lamps. 'I have others, equally useful. My scorpions — have you met my scorpions? No? My pythons and hamadryads? Then there are my fungi...
Page 26 - Invest him with all the cruel cunning of an entire Eastern race, accumulated in one giant intellect, with all the resources, if you will, of a wealthy government — which, however, already has denied all knowledge of his existence.
Page 168 - Of him it has been fitly said that he had a brow like Shakespeare and a face like Satan. Something serpentine, hypnotic, was in his very presence . . . He came forward with an indescribable gait, cat-like yet awkward, carrying his high shoulders almost hunched. He placed the lantern in a niche in the wall never turning away the reptilian gaze of those eyes which must haunt my dreams for ever. They possessed a viridescence which hitherto I had only supposed possible in the eye of a cat...
Page 25 - He alone knew the truth about Mongolia. Why was Sir Crichton Davey murdered? Because, had the work he was engaged upon ever seen the light, it would have shown him to be the only living Englishman who understood the importance of the Tibetan frontiers. I say to you solemnly, Petrie, that these are but a few. Is there a man who would arouse the West to a sense of the awakening of the East, who would teach the deaf to hear, the blind to see, that the millions only await their leader? He will die. And...
Page 4 - ... at the outset as to the utter malignancy of FuManchu, the author catapults Nayland Smith into Petrie's rooms in the dead of night with the following portentous declaration of his purpose : "Petrie, I have traveled from Burma not in the interests of the British government merely, but in the interest of the entire white race, and I honestly believe — though I pray I may be wrong — that its survival depends largely on the success of my mission.
Page 150 - Her words struck a chord in my heart which sang with strange music, with music so barbaric that, frankly, I blushed to find it harmony. Have I said that she was beautiful? It can convey no faint conception of her. With her pure, fair skin, eyes like the velvet darkness of the East, and red lips so tremulously near to mine, she was the most seductively lovely creature I ever had looked upon. In that electric moment my heart went out in sympathy to every man who had bartered honor, country, all for...