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       Sax Rohmer

      The Return of Dr. Fu-Manchu

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664120588

       CHAPTER I. A MIDNIGHT SUMMONS

       CHAPTER II. ELTHAM VANISHES

       CHAPTER III. THE WIRE JACKET

       CHAPTER IV. THE CRY OF A NIGHTHAWK

       CHAPTER V. THE NET

       CHAPTER VI. UNDER THE ELMS

       CHAPTER VII. ENTER MR. ABEL SLATTIN

       CHAPTER VIII. DR. FU-MANCHU STRIKES

       CHAPTER IX. THE CLIMBER

       CHAPTER X. THE CLIMBER RETURNS

       CHAPTER XI. THE WHITE PEACOCK

       CHAPTER XII. DARK EYES LOOKED INTO MINE

       CHAPTER XIII. THE SACRED ORDER

       CHAPTER XIV. THE COUGHING HORROR

       I leaped up in bed with a great start.

       CHAPTER XV. BEWITCHMENT

       CHAPTER XVI. THE QUESTING HANDS

       CHAPTER XVII. ONE DAY IN RANGOON

       CHAPTER XVIII. THE SILVER BUDDHA

       CHAPTER XIX. DR. FU-MANCHU’S LABORATORY

       CHAPTER XX. THE CROSS BAR

       CHAPTER XXI. CRAGMIRE TOWER

       CHAPTER XXII. THE MULATTO

       CHAPTER XXIII. A CRY ON THE MOOR

       CHAPTER XXIV. STORY OF THE GABLES

       CHAPTER XXV. THE BELLS

       CHAPTER XXVI. THE FIERY HAND

       CHAPTER XXVII. THE NIGHT OF THE RAID

       CHAPTER XXVIII. THE SAMURAI’S SWORD

       CHAPTER XXIX. THE SIX GATES

       CHAPTER XXX. THE CALL OF THE EAST

       CHAPTER XXXI. “MY SHADOW LIES UPON YOU”

       CHAPTER XXXII. THE TRAGEDY

       CHAPTER XXXIII. THE MUMMY

       Table of Contents

      “When did you last hear from Nayland Smith?” asked my visitor.

      I paused, my hand on the syphon, 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 clergy-man offered no indication of the truculent character of the man. His scanty fair hair, already gray 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, may 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

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