One of the great villain pulps from the 1930s is finally available in a complete, deluxe edition. Owing certain similarities to Sax Rohmer’s Fu Manchu, the Dr. Yen Sin series of three novels features “The Invisible Emperor” and his machinations to conquer the world using his unique mixture of futuristic science and ancient Asian technology. However, Yen Sin has met his match: “The Man Who Never Slept”—agent Michael Traile—who has the strange capability of not require sleep.
Includes an all-new introduction by current Fu Manchu author William Patrick Maynard, as well as a chronology of the character by Rick Lai.
To the teeming city of the Golden Gate the sinister Doctor Yen Sin had transferred his base of operations—and there, under cover of the fog-shrouded Frisco night, he set loose the most ghastly weapon in his whole armory of mysterious torture devices—the curse of the Singing Mummies. In ten minutes by the clock, to the accompaniment of that insidious, eerie music, living men and women underwent their ghastly metamorphosis, became fit occupants for the coffin-cases of ancient Egypt. How could the saffron-skinned crime-emperor accomplish the change? How could even Michael Traile, the Man Who Never Slept, hope to cope with the devilish Thing?
Moving east from the ration’s capitol at Washington, Dr. Yen Sin, saffron-skinned scourge of the Orient, sets up his hell-base in New York and under the banner of the Golden Skull, once again locks horns with Michael Traile, the Man Who Never Sleeps, and his partner Eric Gordon. What is the ghastly doom he brings with him to turn living men to rainbow-colored dust? Why should the flowers in his corpse garden have their heads removed, only to be sewed on again—backwards—by the surgeon mandarin?
Out of the teeming turbulent East had come Dr. Yen Sin—saffron-skinned wizard of crime—bringing to the capital of the West all the ancient Devil’s-lore at his command—and a horde of Asian Hell-born to help him spawn it. But Michael Traile—The Man Who Never Slept—had crammed into his own keen brain the means to cope with the sinister doctor. For he knew even the secrets of the Dragon’s Shadow and how to penetrate the yellow murder fog that had descended on the capital to mingle its blood-wisps with the mist from the Potomac.