The Return of Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer
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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!" |
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