serve the symptoms of delirium, Doctor!" Out there, beyond the
glass door, the unhappy victims were laughing--tearing their garments
from their bodies--leaping--waving their arms--were become MANIACS!

"We will now release the ripe spores of giant entpusa," continued the
wicked voice. "The air of the second cellar being super-charged with
oxygen, they immediately germinate. Ah! it is a triumph! That
process is the scientific triumph of my life!"

Like powdered snow the white spores fell from the roof, frosting the
writhing shapes of the already poisoned men. Before my horrified gaze,
THE FUNGUS GREW; it spread from the head to the feet of those it
touched; it enveloped them as in glittering shrouds. . . .

"They die like flies!" screamed Fu-Manchu, with a sudden febrile
excitement; and I felt assured of something I had long suspected: that
that magnificent, perverted brain was the brain of a homicidal
maniac--though Smith would never accept the theory.

"It is my fly-trap!" shrieked the Chinaman. "And I am the god of
destruction!"

CHAPTER XXVI

THE clammy touch of the mist revived me. The culmination of the scene
in the poison cellars, together with the effects of the fumes which I
had inhaled again, had deprived me of consciousness. Now I knew that I
was afloat on the river. I still was bound: furthermore, a cloth was
wrapped tightly about my mouth, and I was secured to a ring in the deck.

By moving my aching head to the left I could look down into the oily
water; by moving it to the right I could catch a glimpse of the
empurpled face of Inspector Weymouth, who, similarly bound and gagged,
lay beside me, but only of the feet and legs of Nayland Smith. For I
could not turn my head sufficiently far to see more.

We were aboard an electric launch. I heard the hated guttural voice of
Fu-Manchu, subdued now to its habitual calm, and my heart leaped to
hear the voice that answered him. It was that of Karamaneh. His
triumph was complete. Clearly his plans for departure were complete;
his slaughter of the police in the underground passages had been a
final reckless demonstration of which the Chinaman's subtle cunning
would have been incapable had he not known his escape from the country
to be assured.

What fate was in store for us? How would he avenge himself upon the
girl who had betrayed him to his enemies? What portion awaited those
enemies? He seemed to have formed the singular determi