Excerpts from the Book 'The Hand Of Fu Manchu':

... Across the bent shoulders Smith silently questioned me, and my reply was a negative shake of the head. The lamp above the bed was swaying as if in a ...
... said the woman-at the same time extending her arms across the doorway as barriers to my progress. Her voice had a husky intonation her hands and arms, ...
... a balcony overlooking the Nile-a glimpse of dusty palms, a white wall overgrown with purple blossoms, and above all the dazzling vault of Egypt. Upon ...
... Fletcher paused a moment, whispering to me warningly. Don't speak if you can help it, he said if you do, mumble any old jargon in any language ...
... solution of the whole mystery. And I think otherwise! interrupted my friend grimly. In a word, Petrie, I look upon this box as a sort of hostage by ...
... I could even see the T^ulun-N^ur box upon the table immediately opposite the door. The thing which shook the bed was actual, existent-to be counted with! Further ...
... old man! Even as you predicted it, perhaps in that same hour, the yellow fiends were at work! What, Smith, what! I said, leaping out of bed you don't mean- Not ...
... quite understand, I replied dully. There have been times in the past when I, too, have doubted my sanity in my dealings with the group who now ...
... Frazer collapsed into the cane arm-chair. Only a matting curtain separated us from the room wherein he had successfully performed perhaps the most ...
... furnished chambers adjoining Fleet Street. We had remained at the New Louvre long enough to secure confirmation of our belief that a creature ...
... just within the doorway. Send Morrison here, ordered Colonel Warrington. The man saluted and withdrew. As the door was reclosed, the Colonel sat ...
... my actual environment became blotted out, and I was mentally translated to Cairo-to that quarter of Cairo immediately surrounding the famous Square ...
... conflagration, so that truly it seemed not the face of a man, but that of a demon of the hells, the Chinese doctor ignited point after point... ...
... face to face with Dr. Fu-Manchu. He wore a plain yellow robe, its hue almost identical with that of his gaunt, hairless face his elbows rested upon the ...
... I stood yet I hesitated for several seconds to pursue the chase further. The realization came to me that the hole in the wall communicated with the conservatory ...
... upon their obvious fanaticism, string by string, as a player upon an Eastern harp, and all the time weaving harmonies to suit some giant, incredible ...
... sky they showed... and the black silhouette of a man's head and shoulders leant over directly above me! I drew back sharply. The climber, I thought, ...
... and like a madman he tore at the ancient bolts and precipitated himself into the stone-paved cloister barred with the moon-cast shadows of the Norman ...
... masterful self once more, and his voice was vibrant with that suppressed excitement which I knew well. Into the disorderly sleeping apartment of the baronet ...
... of his only Master. Save for nondescript litter, evidencing a hasty departure of the occupants, and a ship's lantern burning upon the altar, the chapel was ...