Evening journal., 1907-01-30

He strobe toward the door. The sharp POM
OF knife pricked into his throat and he stopped
One whisper, and thou shalt beside thy fathers T.
breatkcd the cooie that had entered rst pressing the
knife point in till drop OF blood trickled down the
Chung Wo's yellow face turned mottled brown and
white he shvered and his hands dropped heplessy at
his sides Another coohe drew sIlken grdie from
under his blouse, and, with the help OF the ths.,
knotted the great mans bands his hips.
Come with us and hold thy breath-les thou sicken
suddenly" the knie-welder whispered switching his
weapon into the small of Chungs back
They passed through the anteroom, where two more
coolies were trying 10 stuff the bound and gagged
secretary into closet three too small for
hese LETT him, and the party slipped down the stars
on padded soles In the street carriage with curtains
drawn and tie door opened awaited them. Chung
Wo was thrust IN and three OF his eapors climbed IN
with him, while the others mounted the box.
Now, SAID the man with the knife, the car
rage rolled noisiy over the paving stones, where hast
thou hidden Loo ucks Speak quickly and that
thou speak no hes, lest we carve thy body into hsh
bait"
Chung Wo was stubborn and crafty. He knew they
would not take his lite until he revealed the prison
of Loo Puck-and if he could gain little time the
hatchetmen would discover the secretary and
his rescue.
Il know not of whom ye speak nor where any Loo
The coolies flung themselves upon him and pinned
their knees into his pudgy stomach One caught the
old mans gray queue whipped It around his neck and
twisted It INTO slp-knot lhen he pulled It taut,
taute tauter stluntil Chung Wo choked and his face
fell forward on his breast
"N0dU knowest thou OF whom we speak and where
she may be toundf
The iantest bobbing of the sunken head answered
them The was loosened until the fat president
could catch his breath in quick gasps.
Have mercy . strong-hearted ones" he gurgled
through his returning breath. she seepeth in Sulli-
van Alley where the houses high and there are no
doors and the white pigs lose their way the burrows
OF the Spare my miserable bones scourges Of
the gods, and 1 will take ye to her."
They drove to the close, narrow mouth of Sullivan
Alley into which many countless crimes have
poured dark and bloody secrets. Stroling
chanty as though a mission of pleasure, the party
went half the length of the alley slipped into cellar
and threaded a maize of fousmelng passages under
meath the ground. They emerged into = gloomy,
crumbng old building, its hallway lighted by flicker
ing tin lamp grim-visaged heather eyed them sus-
piciousy from a shadowy doorway.
Give him the proper signal or-thou knowest the
price," one OF the coolies whispered in Chung Wo's
He murfnured a word and the heather faded away.
Up one flight of stairs and down another, through
corridors and winding passages where the sun never
cleaned the old led them. There were no lights
10 guide them and DOORS traps and blind halls
were passed through or evaded only by the old mans
keen sense OF direction. All gladly would he have
played them false had he dared But these were, IN
deed desperate men.
At length he paused "She is beyond this door," he
said, "and the key is in this pocket