Guy Newell Boothby

Dr. Nikola Returns Guy Newell Boothby

It was Saturday afternoon, about a quarter-past four o'clock if my memory servesme, and the road, known as the Maloo, leading to the Bubbling Well, that singlebreathing place of Shanghai, was crowded. Fashionable barouches, C-spring buggies, spider-wheel dogcarts, to say nothing of every species of 'rickshaw, bicycle, and pony, were following each other in one long procession towards the Well. All the Europeanportion of Shanghai, and a considerable percentage of the native, had turned out towitness the finish of the paper hunt, which, though, not exciting in itself, was importantas being the only amusement the settlement boasted that afternoo