Chapter 9

I went with Rima from the hut to the tent. All our old sense of security was gone. No one knew what to expect now that the shadow of Fu Manchu had fallen upon us. “Imagine a person tall, lean, and feline, high-shouldered, with a brow like Shakespeare and a face like Satan . . . long, magnetic eyes of the true cat-green . . .” Petrie’s description stuck in my memory; especially “tall, lean, and feline . . . eyes of the true cat-green . . .” A lamp was lighted in Rima’s tent, and she hastily collected some of her pho…