My next impression was of a splitting headache, which, as memory remounted its throne, brought up a train of recollections. I found myself to be seated upon a heavy wooden bench set flat against a wall, which was covered with a kind of straw matting. My hands were firmly tied behind me. In the first agony of that reawakening I became aware of two things. I was in an operating-room, for the most conspicuous item of its furniture was an operating-table! Shaded lamps were suspended above it; and instruments, antiseptics, dressings, etc., were arranged upon a glass-topped table beside it. Secondly, I had a companion. Seated upon a similar bench on the other side of the room, was a heavily built man, his dark hair splashed with gray, as were his short, neatly trimmed beard and mustache. He, too, was pinioned; and he stared across the table with a glare in which a sort of stupefied wonderment predominated, but which was not free from terror. It was Sir Baldwin Frazer! "Sir Baldwin!" I muttered, moistening my parched lips with my tongue-- "Sir Baldwin!--how----" "It is Dr. Petrie, is it not?" he said, his voice husky with emotion. "Dr. Petrie!--my dear sir, in mercy tell me--what does this mean? I have been kidnaped--drugged; made the victim of an inconceivable outrage at the very door of my own house...." I stood up unsteadily. "Sir Baldwin," I interrupted, "you ask me what it means. It means that we are in the hands of Dr. Fu-Manchu!" Sir Baldwin stared at me wildly; his face was white and drawn with anxiety. "Dr. Fu-Manchu!" he said; "but my dear sir, this name conveys nothing to me--nothing!" His manner momentarily was growing more distrait. "Since my captivity began I have been given the use of a singular suite of rooms in this place, and received, I must confess, every possible attention. I have been waited upon by the she-devil who lured me here, but not one word other than a species of coarse badinage has she spoken to me. At times I have been tempted to believe that the fate which frequently befalls the specialist had befallen me? You understand?" "I quite understand," I replied dully. "There have been times in the past when I, too, have doubted my sanity in my dealings with the group who now hold us in their power." "But," reiterated the other, his voice rising higher and higher, "what does it mean, my dear sir? It is incredible--fantastic! Even now I find it difficult to disabuse my mind of that old, haunting idea." "Disabuse it at once, Sir Baldwin," I said bitterly. "The facts are as you see them; the explanation, at any rate in your own case, is quite beyond me. I was tracked ..." "Hush! some one is coming!" We both turned and stared at an opening before which hung a sort of gaudily embroidered mat, as the sound of dragging footsteps, accompanied by a heavy tapping, announced the approach of _some one_.