shook the ground, the front of the house disappeared, and a singed pigtail fell at my feet.
Recalling all this I was on the point of ringing for Perkins in order to question him, when something caused me to hesitate.
It was well that I did so. The next moment the double doors of the French window that overlooked the bustling turmoil of Kensington's busiest thoroughfare were flung frantically open, and there sprang into the room a young girl whose dazzling beauty was, if possible, heightened heightened by the breathless excitement under which she was labouring.
"Dr. Humdrum," she exclaimed, throwing aside the luxuriant crimson opera cloak that had hitherto concealed the supple perfection of her lithe form, "save me! Help me!" and a look of baffling terror swept across her mobile features.
A silly story that purports to be an edited down (to 11 pages) action novel. As a result, there are many, many killings, all summarized along the way as the plot unfolds.
The story is as unreal as any Sax Rohmer plot, but is mercifully much shorter.