Chapter 18 THE SILVER BUDDHA

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useum Street certainly did not seem a likely spot for Dr. Fu-Manchu to establish himself, yet, unless my imagination had strangely deceived me, from the window of the antique dealer who traded under the name of J. Salaman, those wonderful eyes of Karamanèh, like the velvet midnight of the Orient, had looked out at me.

As I paced slowly alon