Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1911-06-22

craft two Americans were dining witt
the most powerful mandarin In north
, west China. Ling To Fey, massive
J bulk OF flesh, was gorgeous in blue
brocade
At his right hand sat Luke Pom
, sonby, millionaire promoter OF mining
industries His attorney and friend
John Burnett, sat at the left Of the
Chinese potentate.
The attorney knew IL required del.
icate approach of the crafty and su.
perstitious official, but after many
weeks of skirmishing he had brought
together the two principals in the
transactions The evening on the junk
was the result
81 presume your eXcellency," said
Burnett, us prepared TO close this mat
ter now All that remains is for you
TO sign this agreement and give Mr..
Ponsonby receipt for his check, which
covers one-half Of the agreed amount
The remainder will be paid to you at
the expiration Of your term of office,
when the matter may be made public"
"Quite true" murmured Ling To
Fey in his slow English words. II
shall be pleased TO discuss the matter
I when my secretary appears. Mean
1 while we will enjoy the entt rtain-
I ment"
He clapped his hands. and moment
later wide easements were thrown
open. revealing the flower boat along
side keeping pace with the junk's lei
surely progress. The lanterns in the
cabin We're extinguished. and the three
men gathered about the window to
witness the spectacle.
Burnett's eyes seemed to pierce the
darkness beyond the lighted boat. His
compelling glance seemed to demand
reinsurance from something that
should be near at hand, and vague
anxiety crept into his watching face
ms no sign appeared.
His eyes finally wandered to the
massive head of the mandarin behind
whom he stood. The glowing ruby in
the white velvet cap seemed TO pulsate
with some strange emotion.
After awhile the mandarin clapped
his hands, and the singsong boat drop
ped astern and was seen no more.
AS the windows were closed and
lights Jared forth Ponsonby drew out
his watch. The hour grows late. ex.
cellency. We wish TO return to Shang-
hal before midnight" he drawled
The mandarin smiled blandly. His
voice was smooth as silk. II regret
that my villainous secretary has been
left behind in Shanghai. / have dis
patched a sampan for him. and in the
meantime we will anchor until he APP
pears. The matter must wait until the
rascal joins u.s.
The two Americans exchanged quick
glances. The lawyer spoke first.
IF that is the case we will defer the
settlement of this matter"
I'VE will await the coming of the
secretary" purred the mandarin
softly
1T will avoid future unpleasant
ness began Burnett with some heat,
when something happened that closed
us Ups INTO u TlSiu line.
Out of the night beyond the closed
windows, so loud that it seemed al
most at bis elbow, there came blood
freezing scream. followed by splash.
a choking gurgle and then dead ST.
lence.
What was thatr Burnett asked
sharply.
The mandarin shrugged his fat
shoulders, and for the first time his
eyes fully opened. and the hatred in
their depths startled the foreigners.
"A killing-a small matter" he sneered
The cry In the night as they passed
through the houseboat city merely
served to strengthen their belief that
up here, now beyond the confines Of
the native city. they were quite at. the
mercy of the mandarin.
Instinctively Burnett's hand sought
his hip pocket and came away-emptyl
His muttered exclamation prompted
Ponsonby to feel for his own weapon.
with the same result. Some time
since their arrival on board they had
been relieved Of their revolvers.
Ling To Fey's yellow hand touched
gong beside him and the curtains
parted to admit the recreant secretary,
who doubtless had been within ten
feet Of his master during the entire
voyage.
| The mandarin uttered few words
| In Chinese and the secretary moved
swiftly to the heavy draperies that
covered the walls Of the cabin and
lifted them one by one. revealing rows
Of armed servants In grim outline
! against the carved background.
When the Americans had counted
thirty in all tae last curtain dropped
from the hand of the secretary.
"A holdup for surer' murmured Pom
sonby, drawing a small leather covered
book from bis pocket From among
the leaves az cigarette wrappers he
drew thin folded slip OF paper, tore
II IN two AMI passed half to his com,
panion.
"Smoke your last cigarette. Burnett
be said significantly. Offering bis to-
bacto pouch
Burnett snliled sardonically a. b
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