"Smith," I said suddenly, "the man with the limp! I heard him in the place where you were confined! Did you …"
Nayland Smith clicked his teeth together sharply, looking straightly and grimly into my eyes.
"I saw him!" he replied slowly; "and unless the effects of the anaesthetic had not wholly worn off …"
"Well!" I cried.
"The man with the limp is Dr. Fu-Manchu!"
CHAPTER X
THE TÛLUN-NÛR CHEST
"This box," said Mr. Meyerstein, bending attentively over the carven brass coffer upon the table, "is certainly of considerable value, and possibly almost unique."
Nayland Smith glanced across at me with a slight smile. Mr. Meyerstein ran one fat finger tenderly across the heavily embossed figures, which, like barnacles, encrusted the sides and lid of the weird curio which we had summoned him to appraise.
"What do you think, Lewison?" he added, glancing over his shoulder at the clerk who accompanied him.