the Sea-Dyak! 'It was possible, after all, Greville! But a damned long business!'
I write these concluding notes before my tent in Sir Lionel Barton's camp on the site of ancient Nineveh. Sunset draws near, and I can see Rima, a camera slung over her shoulder, coming down the slope.
We are to be married on our return to London.
Of Dr. Fu Manchu, Fah Lo Suee, and their terrible escort, no trace was ever discovered!
Even the body ofKi King Su was spirited away. Six months of intense and world-wide activity, directed by Nayland Smith, resulted in... nothing! 'My plans are made,' that great and evil man had said.
Sometimes I doubt if it ever happened. Sometimes I wonder if it is really finished. Before me, on the box which is my extempo- rised writing-desk, lies a big emerald set in an antique silver ring. It reached me only a month ago in a package posted from Hong Kong. There was no note inside....
The End
