The Long escape by David Dodge & Sax Rohmer & John. Halo for a Satan Evans & Arthur William Upfield & Internet Archive

Author:David Dodge & Sax Rohmer & John. Halo for a Satan Evans & Arthur William Upfield & Internet Archive [Dodge, David, 1910-1974]
Format: epub
Publisher: New York : Unicorn Press
Published: 1947-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

to cliaiigc the safe combination; for in her waste-basket she had found those fragments of a torn-up note. And although she had spent hours tr)ing to piece the fragments together, and had failed, she knew that the paper on which the note was written came from the Huston Electric office.

Now—the man, the inscrutable, dreadful face of the man, every detail surrounding him, told her that the dream had been no dream, but a memory recaptured in sleep.

She had come to the appointment with Professor HofFmeyer wearing her dark-rimmed glasses. At this moment the incongruity of her appearance in such an envirormient struck her forcibly.

One angle of the room was occupied by shelves filled with volumes, some of them large and in faded leather bindings. Then came the lacquer panel. This, she knew, masked an opening through which she had entered. Beyond it a curtain partly concealed a recess. There was an arched doorway in which a silk-shaded lantern hung.

A cushioned divan rose like an island in a sea of rugs. There were two strangely shaped mediaeval chairs.

A long black table bore books, open manuscripts, jars which apparently contained specimens of some kind, and a mummied head mounted on a wooden base. The dim light of a green lamp just outlined a crystal globe eclipsed in shadow.

And behind the table, hands with attenuated nails crossed under his chin, was the Man . . .

"Please sit down."

His half-closed eyes glanced sideways in the direction of the divan. He did not stir, otherwise.

Camille, fighting a desperate battle for calmness, for sanity, remained standing. She stared challengingly at the motionless figure. Her throat was dry, but when she spoke, her soft voice did not betray her.

"I came to consult Professor Hoffmeyer. Who are you?"

He remained immobile. When he replied, Camille could not see that the thin lips moved.

"I am accustomed to asking questions, Miss Navarre, not to answering them. But I must make a concession in the case of a fellow scientist—and one whose courage I respect. I am known as Dr. Fu Manchu."

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