CHAPTER XVII

I MEET DR. FU-MANCHU My next impression was of a splitting headache, which, as memory remounted its throne, brought up a train of recollections. I found myself seated upon a heavy wooden bench set flat against a wall, which was covered with a kind of straw matting. My hands were firmly tied behind me. In the first agony of that reawakening I became aware of two things. I was in an operating-room, for the most conspicuous item of its furniture was an operating-table! Shaded lamps were suspended above it; and instrum…