The Devil Doctor

The Devil Doctor, by Sax Rohmer

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Title: The Devil Doctor
Author: Sax Rohmer
Release Date: August 29, 2006 [EBook #19142]
Language: English
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THE DEVIL DOCTOR

HITHERTO UNPUBLISHED ADVENTURES IN THE CAREER OF THE MYSTERIOUS DR. FU-MANCHU
BY
SAX ROHMER

SIXTH EDITION

METHUEN & CO. LTD. 36 ESSEX STREET W.C. LONDON

First Published (Crown 8vo) March 2nd, 1916
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CONTENTS
CHAP.
I A MIDNIGHT SUMMONS
II ELTHAM VANISHES
III THE WIRE JACKET
IV THE CRY OF A NIGHTHAWK
V THE NET
VI UNDER THE ELMS
VII ENTER MR. ABEL SLATTIN
VIII DR. FU-MANCHU STRIKES
IX THE CLIMBER
X THE CLIMBER RETURNS
XI THE WHITE PEACOCK
XII DARK EYES LOOK INTO MINE
XIII THE SACRED ORDER
XIV THE COUGHING HORROR
XV BEWITCHMENT
XVI THE QUESTING HANDS
XVII ONE DAY IN RANGOON
XVIII THE SILVER BUDDHA
XIX DR. FU-MANCHU'S LABORATORY
XX THE CROSSBAR
XXI CRAGMIRE TOWER
XXII THE MULATTO
XXIII A CRY ON THE MOOR
XXIV STORY OF THE GABLES
XXV THE BELLS
XXVI THE FIERY HAND
XXVII THE NIGHT OF THE RAID
XXVIII THE SAMURAI'S SWORD
XXIX THE SIX GATES
XXX THE CALL OF THE EAST
XXXI "MY SHADOW LIES UPON YOU"
XXXII THE TRAGEDY
XXXIII THE MUMMY
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THE DEVIL DOCTOR
CHAPTER I
A MIDNIGHT SUMMONS
"When did you last hear from Nayland Smith?" asked my visitor.
I paused, my hand on the siphon, reflecting for a moment.
"Two months ago," I said: "he's a poor correspondent and rather soured, I fancy."
"What--a woman or something?"
"Some affair of that sort. He's such a reticent beggar, I really know very little about it."
I placed a whisky and soda before the Rev. J. D. Eltham, also sliding the tobacco jar nearer to his hand. The refined and sensitive face of the clergyman offered no indication to the truculent character of the man. His scanty fair hair, already grey over the temples, was silken and soft-looking: in appearance he was indeed a typical English churchman; but in China he had been known as "the fighting missionary," and had fully deserved the title. In fact, this peaceful-looking gentleman had directly brought about the Boxer Risings!
"You know," he said in his clerical voice, but meanwhile stuffing tobacco into an old pipe with fierce energy, "I have often wondered, Petrie--I have never left off wondering--"
"What?"
"That accursed Chinaman! Since the cellar place beneath the site of the burnt-out cottage in Dulwich Village--I have wondered more than ever."
He lighted his pipe and walked to the hearth to throw the match in the grate.
"You see," he continued, peering across at me in his oddly nervous way--"one never knows, does one? If I thought that Dr. Fu-Manchu lived; if I seriously suspected that that stupendous intellect, that wonderful genius, Petrie, er"--he hesitated characteristically--"survived, I should feel it my duty--"
"Well?" I said, leaning my elbows on the table and smiling slightly.
"If that Satanic genius were not indeed destroyed, then the peace of the world might be threatened anew at any moment!"
He was becoming excited, shooting out his jaw in the truculent manner I knew, and snapping his fingers to emphasize his words; a man composed of the oddest complexities that ever dwelt beneath a clerical frock.
"He may have got back to China, doctor!" he cried, and his eyes had the fighting glint in them. "Could you rest in peace if you thought that he lived? Should you not fear for your life every time that a night-call took you out alone? Why, man alive, it is only two years since he was here amongst us, since we were searching every shadow for those awful green eyes! What became of his band of assassins--his stranglers, his dacoits, his damnable poisons and insects and what-not--the army of creatures--"
He paused, taking a drink.
"You"--he hesitated diffidently--"searched in Egypt with Nayland Smith, did you not?"
I nodded.
"Contradict me if I am wrong," he continued; "but my impression is that you were searching for the girl--the girl--Karaman��h, I think she was called?"
"Yes," I replied shortly; "but we could find no trace--no trace."
"You--er--were interested?"
"More than I knew," I replied, "until I realized that I had--lost her."
"I never met Karaman��h, but from your account, and from others, she was quite unusually--"
"She was very beautiful," I said, and stood up, for I was anxious to terminate that phase of the conversation.
Eltham regarded me sympathetically; he knew something of my search with Nayland Smith for the dark-eyed Eastern girl who had brought romance into my drab life; he knew that I treasured my memories of her as I loathed and abhorred those of the fiendish, brilliant Chinese doctor who had been her master.
Eltham began to pace up and down the