No self-respecting London taxi driver would do anything but run a mile if somebody jumped in the back of their black Austin FX4S and yelled "Follow that cab!" But for Angel it is just the start of another case. TB 10787.
Sir Crichton Davies was dead and under his sleeve, among the tracks of cocaine needles, was a mark like the imprint of red painted lips. The deadly Zayat kiss presages London coming under the malignant shadow of the power of Fu Manchu. Nayland Smith and Dr Petrie follow his trail to the opium deans and fogbound docks of Limehouse, in a desperate bid to outwit the most evil genius of the Orient. TB 9415.
