Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-11-30

screw ceased altogether launch lay heay1nx slightly
the
\ distant tlrobbing grew louder-and something a.
Vanced upon through the haze
neli rang and. mufhed by the fog voice pro-
CANNED fself-a voice which l knew I felt wevmou,h
writing mpotently beside heard h;m mumblng in
coherently' and knew that he too had recognized
the ~ 'Oe
It that Inspector Ryman Of the river ,o,,c..
and their launch within throw of that upon
which lay. ~ '
Hoy, Hoy"
trembled feverish excitement claimed me- They
were mailing US We carried lights: but now-and
Ignoring the pain which shot my spine to my skul
Grained my neck the eft-tle port light of the police
launch siowed angrly through the mist
was able 10 utter only mumbling sounds and NV
companions were equally helpless. was a desperate
position Had the police had they hailed a,
random? The light drew nearer
Launch. hoy.'
They had seen us Fu-Manchu's CULTURAL voice spok.
shorty and our screw began again; we leaped
ahead. Faint grew the light the police launch-and
was gone But heard Rymans voice shouting
Fun speed" came family through the darkness
men The murk closed down. and with our friends
Tar astern of racing deeper into the fog
oanks-speedng seaward; though 1 was unable
70 judge at the time.
on we raced. and on. sweeping over growing swe,,
once black towering shape dropped down upon us Far
above lights bazed rang vague cries nierced m.
1oS The launch pitched and rolled perousIv bpt
Weathered the wash of the liner which so nearly had
eociuoed TINS episode 1t such journey as had
'afSen once before early pursuit of the eenu,
q the Yellow PERIL but this infinitely more terribls
LOT now We We're utterly in Fu-Manchus power
bound
ana inspector Weymouth raised his hands the
dnness and partly slipped bandage from his mouth
~ We been working at the cords since we left those
1lhs ceiars he whispered. MY wrists are all cut
DIT when I've got oat knife freed my ankles"
shntn had kicked him with his bound feet The de-
;ectve slipped the bandage to position and nlacea
his hands behind him again. Doctor Fu-Manchu wear
ing a heavy no hat came aft He v..
dragging Karamaneh by the wrists He seated himself
On the cushions near to pulling the beside
him. Now. could see her face, the expression In
ner beautiful eyes made writhe.
El,-M9 nchn
accustomed Voc ''i'ns
Doctor Petre." he said You shall be NV honorea
guest at my home in China. You shall assist mo to
revolutionize chemistry. Smith. fear YOU know
to ah sdan am had snsesa &
ySs fails and wsy
noqs s sS "e'-
f. sssssIaz girl who sh..nk away
which aenas 1 n
Of hsr y sras can Of ne nsr
mns G e. xhc
the i maa be-
Then with an o5lks rush weymouth
soD @Ijsns yn sank
and crashed DOWN o
snf he ' aass Ct s ss
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carried Us through % sss
o sa aaa ns the shs
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ssv and s' ssta s ss
n zig 9aons ss the he I
had he was gaming ase
SSs ass ss
firing ne. ,.,,.- .naa.n,v .,.nu., :. ,.o,,.-
By
throat and % of and the paS he e
xreses roppe s aa mot pon d the sw
cushions re launch ssiea ana
ss back s5 bearing With bad
The There mi" ars Of them no man can recall his
ru oar Of s
fhfH '5sse
sd Ss a the w: ss x ss
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sp QUE ais Il. iss @ss he s.t ss% e
cords ug sss
snd s
six sss O. ase twisting
lisss
as5 essss rs a5sf sss the big
sss No ssa bs at Ourselves terra rn ss$
NO were Doctor Fu-Manchu.
smith looking toward the river. My Godi'
he troaned. God.'
- He was thinking, I was. of Weymouth
ron the flats below Greenwich. and heard
toll of poison cellars fourteen
heard news Of our brave companion
Ryman was in charge. and his voice under
there uncanny bowling,
heals of laughter I'm going dream about
weeks. Somehow the voice reminded me OF Wey-
mouths"
S. a that tss had done
Prae God the river has that yellow Satan" he said
sacrifice a OF life to his
the a graphing iront'
In Fu-Manchu dead the bottom OF
or Is h back In his lair plotting
You will next sunday I'm the tenth OF these
exciting tales, Knocking Door,"
long chase of Nayland Smith after the Chinese
criminal il nni n coming
he atch never-failing resources
the o him
the drawing I'm n he already
dead. ending 10 one which would scarcely
have guessed.