The Hand of Fu Manchu by Sax Rohmer Page A

of
London's clocks reached my ears again and Weymouth pulled out his
watch, there came a faint click ... and I saw that Smith had raised
the lid of the coffer!
    Weymouth and I sprang forward with one accord, and over Smith's
shoulders peered into the interior. There was a second lid of some
dull, black wood, apparently of great age, and fastened to it so as
to form knobs or handles was an exquisitely carved pair of
golden
pomegranates!
    "They are to raise the wooden lid, Mr. Smith!" cried Weymouth eagerly.
    "Look! there is a hollow in each to accommodate the fingers!"
    "Aren't you going to open it?" I demanded excitedly—"aren't you going
to open it?"
    "Might I invite you to accompany me into the bedroom yonder for a
moment?" he replied in a tome of studied reserve. "You also, Weymouth?"
    Smith leading, we entered the room where the dead man lay stretched
upon the bed.
    "Note the appearance of his fingers," directed Nayland Smith.
    I examined the peculiarity to which Smith had drawn my attention. The
dead man's fingers were swollen extraordinarily, the index finger of
either hand especially being oddly discolored, as though bruised from
the nail upward. I looked again at the ghastly face, then, repressing
a shudder, for the sight was one not good to look upon, I turned to
Smith, who was watching me expectantly with his keen, steely eyes.
    From his pocket the took out a knife containing a number of implements,
amongst them a hook-like contrivance.
    "Have you a button-hook, Petrie," he asked, "or anything of that nature?"
    "How will this do?" said the Inspector, and he produced a pair of
handcuffs. "They were not wanted," he added significantly.
    "Better still," declared Smith.
    Reclosing his knife, he took the handcuffs from Weymouth, and,
returning to the sitting-room, opened them widely and inserted two
steel points in the hollows of the golden pomegranates. He pulled.
There was a faint sound of moving mechanism and the wooden lid lifted,
revealing the interior of the coffer. It contained three long bars of
lead—and nothing else!
    Supporting the lid with the handcuffs—
    "Just pull the light over here, Petrie," said Smith.
    I did as he directed.
    "Look into these two cavities where one is expected to thrust one's
fingers!"
    Weymouth and I craned forward so that our heads came into contact.
    "My God!" whispered the Inspector, "we know now what killed him!"
    Visible, in either little cavity against the edge of the steel
handcuff, was the point of a needle, which evidently worked in an
exquisitely made socket through which the action of raising the lid
caused it to protrude. Underneath the lid, midway between the two
pomegranates, as I saw by slowly moving the lamp, was a little
receptacle of metal communicating with the base of the hollow needles.
    The action of lifting the lid not only protruded the points but also
operated the hypodermic syringe!
    "Note," snapped Smith—but his voice was slightly hoarse.
    He removed the points of the bracelets. The box immediately reclosed
with no other sound than a faint click.
    "God forgive him," said Smith, glancing toward the other room, "for
he died in my stead!—and Dr. Fu-Manchu scores an undeserved failure!"

Chapter XV - Zarmi Reappears
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    "Come in!" I cried.
    The door opened and a page-boy entered.
    "A cable for Dr. Petrie."
    I started up from my chair. A thousand possibilities—some of a sort
to bring dread to my heart—instantly occurred to me. I tore open the
envelope and, as one does, glanced first at the name of the sender.
    It was signed "Kâramaneh!"
    "Smith!" I said hoarsely, glancing over the massage, "Kâramaneh is on
her way to England. She arrives by the
Nicobar
to-morrow!"
    "Eh?" cried Nayland Smith, in turn leaping to his feet. "She had no
right to come alone, unless—"
    The boy, open-mouthed, was listening to our conversation, and I
hastily thrust a coin into his hand and dismissed him. As the door
closed—
    "Unless what, Smith?" I said, looking my friend