The Devil Doctor is a Fiction Story Book. The book tells that "When did you last hear from Nayland Smith?" asked my visitor. I paused, my hand on the siphon, reflecting for a moment. "Two months ago", I said: "he's a poor correspondent and rather soured, I fancy". "What a woman or something?" "Some affair of that sort. He's such a reticent beggar, I really know very little about it". I placed a whisky and soda before the Rev. J. D. Eltham, also sliding the tobacco jar nearer to his hand. The refined and sensitive face of the clergyman offered no indication to the truculent character of the man. His scanty fair hair, already grey over the temples, was silken and soft looking: in appearance he was indeed a typical English churchman; but in China he had been known as "the fighting missionary", and had fully deserved the title. In fact, this peaceful looking gentleman had directly brought about the Boxer Risings! "You know", he said in his clerical voice, but meanwhile stuffing tobacco into an old pipe with fierce energy, "I have often wondered, Petrie I have never left off wondering " "What?" "That accursed Chinaman! Since the cellar place beneath the site of the burnt out cottage in Dulwich Village I have wondered more than ever". He lighted his pipe and walked to the hearth to throw the match in the grate.