{"product_id":"2940013650329","title":"THE RETURN OF DR. FU-MANCHU","description":"CHAPTER I. A MIDNIGHT SUMMONS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"When did you last hear from Nayland Smith?\" asked my visitor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI paused, my hand on the syphon, reflecting for a moment.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Two months ago,\" I said; \"he's a poor correspondent and rather soured,\u003cbr\u003eI fancy.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What--a woman or something?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Some affair of that sort. He's such a reticent beggar, I really know\u003cbr\u003every little about it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI placed a whisky and soda before the Rev. J. D. Eltham, also sliding\u003cbr\u003ethe tobacco jar nearer to his hand. The refined and sensitive face of\u003cbr\u003ethe clergy-man offered no indication of the truculent character of the\u003cbr\u003eman. His scanty fair hair, already gray over the temples, was silken and\u003cbr\u003esoft-looking; in appearance he was indeed a typical English churchman;\u003cbr\u003ebut in China he had been known as \"the fighting missionary,\" and had\u003cbr\u003efully deserved the title. In fact, this peaceful-looking gentleman had\u003cbr\u003edirectly brought about the Boxer Risings!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You know,\" he said, in his clerical voice, but meanwhile stuffing\u003cbr\u003etobacco into an old pipe with fierce energy, \"I have often wondered,\u003cbr\u003ePetrie--I have never left off wondering--\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"That accursed Chinaman! Since the cellar place beneath the site of the\u003cbr\u003eburnt-out cottage in Dulwich Village--I have wondered more than ever.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe lighted his pipe and walked to the hearth to throw the match in the\u003cbr\u003egrate.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You see,\" he continued, peering across at me in his oddly nervous way,\u003cbr\u003e\"one never knows, does one? If I thought that Dr. Fu-Manchu lived; if\u003cbr\u003eI seriously suspected that that stupendous intellect, that wonderful\u003cbr\u003egenius, Petrie, er--\" he hesitated characteristically--\"survived, I\u003cbr\u003eshould feel it my duty--\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Well?\" I said, leaning my elbows on the table and smiling slightly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"If that Satanic genius were not indeed destroyed, then the peace of the\u003cbr\u003eworld, may be threatened anew at any moment!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was becoming excited, shooting out his jaw in the truculent manner I\u003cbr\u003eknew, and snapping his fingers to emphasize his words; a man composed of\u003cbr\u003ethe oddest complexities that ever dwelt beneath a clerical frock.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47070109073648,"sku":"2940013650329","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013650329_p0.jpg?v=1763584005","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013650329","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}