Produced by David Clarke, Sankar Viswanathan, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net THE DEVIL DOCTOR HITHERTO UNPUBLISHED ADVENTURES IN THE CAREER OF THE MYSTERIOUS DR. FU-MANCHU BY SAX ROHMER SIXTH EDITION METHUEN & CO. LTD. 36 ESSEX STREET W.C. LONDON _First Published (Crown 8vo) March 2nd, 1916_ * * * * * CONTENTS CHAP. I A MIDNIGHT SUMMONS II ELTHAM VANISHES III THE WIRE JACKET IV THE CRY OF A NIGHTHAWK V THE NET VI UNDER THE ELMS VII ENTER MR. ABEL SLATTIN VIII DR. FU-MANCHU STRIKES IX THE CLIMBER X THE CLIMBER RETURNS XI THE WHITE PEACOCK XII DARK EYES LOOK INTO MINE XIII THE SACRED ORDER XIV THE COUGHING HORROR XV BEWITCHMENT XVI THE QUESTING HANDS XVII ONE DAY IN RANGOON XVIII THE SILVER BUDDHA XIX DR. FU-MANCHU'S LABORATORY XX THE CROSSBAR XXI CRAGMIRE TOWER XXII THE MULATTO XXIII A CRY ON THE MOOR XXIV STORY OF THE GABLES XXV THE BELLS XXVI THE FIERY HAND XXVII THE NIGHT OF THE RAID XXVIII THE SAMURAI'S SWORD XXIX THE SIX GATES XXX THE CALL OF THE EAST XXXI "MY SHADOW LIES UPON YOU" XXXII THE TRAGEDY XXXIII THE MUMMY * * * * * THE DEVIL DOCTOR CHAPTER I A MIDNIGHT SUMMONS "When did you last hear from Nayland Smith?" asked my visitor. I paused, my hand on the siphon, 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 clergyman offered no indication to the truculent character of the man. His scanty fair hair, already grey 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.