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The Quest of the Sacred Slipper

The Quest of the Sacred Slipper

Author: Sax Rohmer
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Chapter 1 THE PHANTOM SCIMITAR

Word Count: 1438    |    Released on: 28/11/2017

at it might portend and from whence proceed. A goodly number of passengers were joining the ship at

as clean; the sky and the hard, merciless sunlight which spared nothing of the uncleanness, and defied one even to think of the term dear t

was the s

n who leaned upon the rail beside me. From

nt among the natives," I said, "a sort of subdu

aunt fashion, he was a handsom

, "some local celebrit

at him

The soul of the copyhun

at is, in European fashion save for their turbans,

d not to have he

entarily louder-and died away. It was only when it had completely ceased that one realized how pronounced it had been-how altogether

coming of strange things, and the dawn of a new power; which should set up its secre

ar and of pain, which dropped to a groan, and moan

! what'

darkly tanned and bearded man came on board, carrying a brow

e of the

n Egy

s a po

t is

e been

s the d

there, if

to quell the disturbance. Through a lane walled with craning

turned to him. There was a queer express

id. "His hand ha

atrocity. And no one knew what had become of the severed hand! I wasted not

ncident struck me as most odd. There was an idea lurking in my mind that something else-something more-lay behind all this. With impatience I awaited the time when the in

ngularly

oat ahead of him. I had just taken a bag from his hand, but he was carrying another, heavier one. It is a clean cut, like

t, but I found new matter for curiosity in the behaviou

one, Mr. Azraeel. "Obviously," said Bell, "not his real name or not all it. I don't suppose they'll sh

rsued inquiries in other directions. I saw members of the distinguished travellers' retinue going abou

zraeel?" I as

the Egyptian, and abru

n conveyed to me the idea that he was concealing something. T

n," he

the fo'c'sle proce

ar

t the dev

ever since the mysterious Mr. Azraeel joined us. I may be wrong in associating th

empt to break open the door of Professor Deeping's stateroom. Except when h

ok me aside and told me a curious story o

"and it glittered through the darkness

from something

smiled,

was very sharply defined. Like t

nly aroused. "Does any explanatio

ther going back to the Middle Ages. You see, I have lived in the E

something back. I could not stifle the impression that the clue to

the damned ship's haunted! Three bells in the middle watch last night, I'll swear I saw

I sug

s some uncanny thing! I'm afraid I can't explain quite

did i

houlders. "Just vanished," he sa

that I entirely failed to get a glimpse of the mysterious Mr. Azraeel. Ahmadeen was standing close by the companion-way, and I had a

m, carrying the brown bag which the Professor had

! Let me ta

hore, arose a horrid scream above the berthing clamour. Those passenge

ay writhing at the foot of the stairs leading to the sal

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The Quest of the Sacred Slipper
The Quest of the Sacred Slipper
“A non-stop Sax Rohmer yarn. A slipper believed to belong to the prophet Mohammed has been stolen by a British archaeologist and a Muslim sect are after all who come into contact with it, the leader of the sect Hassan of Aleppo, is very much a stand in for Rohmer most famous creation Fu Manchu. The complexity of the schemes to recover and steal the slipper are complicated even more by an American gangster, who is also after it, for his own ends. The whole thing is totally unbelievable, and probably racist, but darned good fun.”