The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-07-04

scrawling a note on a piece of paper
resting on the after cabin roof when
one of the men reached down and from
small wooden cage took struggling
white carrier pigeon. They fastened
the note, rolled up in a sort of qufll, to
the birds leg and let the bird loose. 1t
circled up, then, straight as an arrow
darted of landward.
TReym be glad to know we're safe
and SO near" nodded Gregor. And
confound any revenue men that stand
between usi"
In room in tenement WI Fang
and several Cinnamon were steated
talking and smoking.
Outside nearby window was
large box which had small sliding
door on the outside, arranged SO that
Il fell almost at a touch, working 9
little signal flag on the back OF the.
box toward the room In which the
Cinnamon were seated
Suddenly there was q futter OF
wings outside. A .pure-white pigeon
seemed to glide into the box and,
as the homing bird did so, the door
automatically shut. It was cage
such as is used for carrier pigeons.
The little flag in the room moved. and
the Cinnamon crowded about the box
as Wu opened It, reached in and caught
the bird. Carefully he took the mes
sage from the birds foot. AS one OF
them paced the bird in another box
ana reset the trap, WI unrolled the
paper and read:
Twenty-slx miles southeast of Sandy
nfF Mt
Island tonight.
You will let me know If any later
message comes" directed WI to one
Of his men as, a moment later. the
Chinese master criminal left the tenes
ment.
Cautiously he made his way to the
secret entrance to his own apartment.
He had scarcely entered when China
man who had evidently been waiting
for him rose and bowed. 1t was Hop
Ling, the proprietor of the opium den-
rs there any news yet, master?" he
asked.
yes, Gregor is landing your opium
tonight. IN have girl for him to
take back to Shanghai with him,
where she can be sold" I
Kennedy had begun to get closer on
the trail of WI and, having dispatched
me to Elaine with the wireless tele-
phone, it occurred to him that he might
spend a few hours proftably sleuthing
about Chinatown searching for clews
to the Serpent.
He donned the toughest OF his old
suits and turned his coat collar up,
while an old SLOUGH hat was pulled
over his eyes. But it was not SO far
over as to dim his sight.
He paused once by an electric light
pole to watch gangster saunter past.
Twice the fellow had walked up and
down the street
AS the gangster slouched by, he
lurched over to the electric light pole.
and Kennedy felt his hand touched BY
that of the gangster. He was more
than surprised to feel something like
a piece OF cardboard surreptitfously
showed into his hand, and he clutched
1t. The gangster passed, and, as he
did SO, Kennedy looked at him, then
bent over and read:
Capt. John Bralnard,
u. s. Secret Service.
Written underneath the engraved
name was Follow"
Slowly Craig followed. Brainard en-
tered saloon by side door and seat
ed himself in back room. A mo-
ment later Kennedy slouched In and
sat down at the same table. Brainard
nodded and Craig extended his hand
quietly. He looked about. They were
alone.
What brings you down here?" asked
Kennedy in low tone.
"a big shipment OF opium Is going
to be landed tonight and I'm trying to
locate the Chinese gang back OF 1t.
Think you can help me?"
Anything to do with that hop joint
up the street,"
Brathard nodded Would it prove q
clue possibly to WI Fang?
'Tll help you" agreed Kennedy.
For several minutes they talked, lay
ing out a plan Finally they paid the
check and rose to go out. AS they
reached the side door Chinaman
passed. Kennedy drew Brainard back.
whats the matter?" whispered the
secret service man.
Did ycu see that Chinaman?" re-
turned Kennedy. That's Hop Ling.
He runs the opium joint. think he
Is worth shadowing."
Keeping discreetly in the rear of the
Chinaman, kennedy and Brainard fol-
lowed until Hop paused before ram
shackle tenement. No sooner had he
disappeared inside than Craig and
Brainard advanced. careful that they
in turn were not followed.
They entered and went upstairs. AT
last they came to a door outside which
they paused to listen.
Can you make out what they are
saying?" asked Brainard.
Something about birds" returned
Craig. We've got them. There are
only two. Let's rush the door,"