Sax Rohmer - The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu

His square jaw grew truculently prominent, and he leapt stormily to his

feet, shaking his clenched fists towards the window.

"The villain!" he cried. "The fiendishly clever villain! I suspected

that Sir Crichton was next, and I was right. But I came too late,

Petrie! That hits me hard, old man. To think that I knew and yet

failed to save him!"

He resumed his seat, smoking hard.

"Fu-Manchu has made the blunder common to all men of unusual genius,"

he said. "He has underrated his adversary. He has not given me credit

for perceiving the meaning of the scented messages. He has thrown away

one powerful weapon--to get such a message into my hands--and he thinks

that once safe within doors, I shall sleep, unsuspecting, and die as

Sir Crichton died. But without the indiscretion of your charming

friend, I should have known what to expect when I receive her

'information'--which by the way, consists of a blank sheet of paper."

"Smith," I broke in, "who is she?"

"She is either Fu-Manchu's daughter, his wife, or his slave. I am

inclined to believe the last, for she has no will but his will,

except"--with a quizzical glance--"in a certain instance."

"How can you jest with some awful thing--Heaven knows what--hanging

over your head? What is the meaning of these perfumed envelopes? How

did Sir Crichton die?"

"He died of the Zayat Kiss. Ask me what that is and I reply 'I do not

know.' The zayats are the Burmese caravanserais, or rest-houses. Along

a certain route--upon which I set eyes, for the first and only time,

upon Dr. Fu-Manchu--travelers who use them sometimes die as Sir

Crichton died, with nothing to show the cause of death but a little

mark upon the neck, face, or limb, which has earned, in those parts,

the title of the 'Zayat Kiss.' The rest-houses along that route are

shunned now. I have my theory and I hope to prove it to-night, if I

live. It will be one more broken weapon in his fiendish armory, and it

is thus, and thus only, that I can hope to crush him. This was my

principal reason for not enlightening Dr. Cleeve. Even walls have ears

where Fu-Manchu is concerned, so I feigned ignorance of the meaning of

the mark, knowing that he would be almost certain to employ the same

methods upon some other victim. I wanted an opportunity to study the

Zayat Kiss in operation, and I shall have one."

"But the scented envelopes?"

"In the swampy forests of the district I have referred to a rare

species of orchid, almost green, and with a peculiar scent, is

sometimes met with. I recognized the heavy perfume at once. I take it

that the thing which kills the traveler is attracted by this orchid.

You will notice that the perfume clings to whatever it touches. I

doubt if it can be washed off in the ordinary way. After at least one

unsuccessful attempt to kill Sir Crichton--you recall that he thought

there was something concealed in his study on a previous

occasion?--Fu-Manchu hit upon the perfumed envelopes. He may have a

supply of these green orchids in his possession--possibly to feed the

creature."

"What creature? How could any kind of creature have got into Sir

Crichton's room tonight?"

"You no doubt observed that I examined the grate of the study. I found

a fair quantity of fallen soot. I at once assumed, since it appeared

to be the only means of entrance, that something has been dropped down;

and I took it for granted that the thing, whatever it was, must still

be concealed either in the study or in the library. But when I had

obtained the evidence of the groom, Wills, I perceived that the cry

from the lane or from the park was a signal. I noted that the

movements of anyone seated at the study table were visible, in shadow,

on the blind, and that the study occupied the corner of a two-storied

wing and, therefore, had a short chimney. What did the signal mean?

That Sir Crichton had leaped up from his chair, and either had received

the Zayat Kiss or had seen the thing which someone on the roof had

lowered down the straight chimney. It was the signal to withdraw that

deadly thing. By means of the iron stairway at the rear of

Major-General Platt-Houston's, I quite easily, gained access to the

roof above Sir Crichton's study--and I found this."

Out from his pocket Nayland Smith drew a tangled piece of silk, mixed

up with which were a brass ring and a number of unusually large-sized

split-shot, nipped on in the manner usual on a fishing-line.

"My theory proven," he resumed. "Not anticipating a search on the

roof, they had been careless. This was to weight the line and to

prevent the creature clinging to the walls of the chimney. Directly it

had dropped in the grate, however, by means of this ring I assume that

the weighted line was withdrawn, and the thing was only held by one

slender thread, which sufficed, though, to draw it back again when it

had done its work. It might have got tangled, of course, but they

reckoned on its making straight up the carved leg of the writing-table

for the prepared envelope. From there to the hand of Sir

Crichton--which, from having touched the envelope, would also be

scented with the perfume--was a certain move."

"My God! How horrible!" I exclaimed, and glanced apprehensively into

the dusky shadows of the room. "What is your theory respecting this

creature--what shape, what color--?"

"It is something that moves rapidly and silently. I will venture no

more at present, but I think it works in the dark. The study was dark,

remember, save for the bright patch beneath the reading-lamp. I have

observed that the rear of this house is ivy-covered right up to and

above your bedroom. Let us make ostentatious preparations to retire,

and I think we may rely upon Fu-Manchu's servants to attempt my

removal, at any rate--if not yours."

"But, my dear fellow, it is a climb of thirty-five feet at the very

least."

"You remember the cry in the back lane? It suggested something to me,

and I tested my idea--successfully. It was the cry of a dacoit. Oh,

dacoity, though quiescent, is by no means extinct. Fu-Manchu has

dacoits in his train, and probably it is one who operates the Zayat

Kiss, since it was a dacoit who watched the window of the study this

evening. To such a man an ivy-covered wall is a grand staircase."

The horrible events that followed are punctuated, in my mind, by the

striking of a distant clock. It is singular how trivialities thus

assert themselves in moments of high tension. I will proceed, then, by

these punctuations, to the coming of the horror that it was written we

should encounter.

The clock across the common struck two.

Having removed all traces of the scent of the orchid from our hands

with a solution of ammonia Smith and I had followed the programme laid

down. It was an easy matter to reach the rear of the house, by simply

climbing a fence, and we did not doubt that seeing the light go out in

the front, our unseen watcher would proceed to the back.

The room was a large one, and we had made up my camp-bed at one end,

stuffing odds and ends under the clothes to lend the appearance of a

sleeper, which device we also had adopted in the case of the larger

bed. The perfumed envelope lay upon a little coffee table in the

center of the floor, and Smith, with an electric pocket lamp, a

revolver, and a brassey beside him, sat on cushions in the shadow of

the wardrobe. I occupied a post between the windows.