The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1915-01-20

or anybody" sGid one Of the police
men. but it never does any harm to
take look-see through Sing Wah's.
and the lieutenant is coming down
now to take charge."
A moment later that officer arrived.
and John Dorr made his tale as con-
vincing as possible. The lieutenant
seemed dubious.
1t isn't like the old rascal to run
his head into danger that way" he in.
sisted. u think you are on the wrong
trail Who did you say was the man
who did all this:''
'Wikcrson-Harry Wilkerson." John
answered bitterly.
"WilkerSon?' repeated the lieutenant.
That puts another color ON the mat
ter Wilkersol and Sing Wali used to
be pals. This'l! hear looking into
Come on. men"
With wonderful Quickness the officer
disposed his men SD that every known
exit was guarded Then he motioned
to John to follow him and went boldly
up to the shop door and entered.
Followed again Il futile parley with
Il Chinese who professed to know no
language but his own. The lieuten.
ants quick ear caught Il sound of
something moving directly behind the
impnssive clerk Brushing him aside,
he smashed in the door in the Darti
ton and strobe into the hallway be-
yond. John Dorr was close at his
heels.
The next few moments We're to live
long in Johns memory rs the strang.,
est of his life.
BE carcful.' warned the officer
THE rasca!s may start shooting"
Even as he spoke there was ruddy
fash down the dark aleyway. and
Dofr staggered back
>"Only my arm" he muttered.
Come on. Don't give EN- another
chance Mt us here. Rush 'em"
An instaEt later they stood in the
cylindrical room. John stared about
him. hut the lieutenant merely remark
ed. This room WIS built merely for
tourists consumption. Let me see that
arm Of yoa:s"
Examination proved the wound to be
slight. They glanced UP from it to see
the doorway swing slowly away us the
room revolved.
Trapped. by smoke!' said the lieu
tenant. He laid IL warning hand On
DORIS arm. Keep quiet We've lost
our directions and we must wait mo-
ment till we discover where that door
way is
So they stood llesitant for few Sec
Onds. A panel slipped open In the
wall and woman's face appeared for
ali instant. Swift as the Chinawolnan
was, the police officer was quicker and
he plunged Through the shallow panel,
with Dorr at his shoulder.
Once through they paused ia the
semidarkness to orientate themselves.
Finally the lieutenant stepped forward.
This way" he said. II hear voices
At that very moment there came up
to them an unearthly scream. shriek
OF pure terror.
Ruth" John yelled. and he and tue
officer both plunged forward.
Instead Of the firm footing they ex-
pected empty air received them. Twen-
ty feet below they struck the water.
Spluttering and swearing. the polics-
man helped Dorr to little ledge that
ran alongside the tunnel.
THE miserable Chlnk dropped us
into the big sewer" he gusped. 1T
runs into the bay just a little. ways
on. Wen have 70 swim for it, part
ner."
Dorr looked down at his arm and
shook his head. Isn't that boat
over tllere:" he demanded, pointing
into the Shadow.
Blamed if it ain't," said the lieuteu-
ant. much relieved. We'll soon be
out OF here"
In spite Of his wound Dorr insisted
on rowing, and the officer philusoph-
ically allowed him to. SEA ting himself
singerly in the stern Of e little craft
and Tending it Off the brick walls of |
the tunnel with his hands as the swift
current drew them Onward.
To John the whole affair seemed like
Il di cam. He saw the great dripping
arches sliding past overhead to join
the long vista Of arches that bridsed
the glinmering water which splnshed
gently along to the call OF the tide: he
saw the dark bulk Of the lieutenant in
the stern: he felt the pain Of his wound;
he still heard Ruth's wild cail for help.
But 1t was all unrelated. as il each
We're fact by itself. isolated. He
struggled to gather his senses together.
Look out:' shouted the policeman
suddenly Us the great half cylinder
curved sharply and blast of fresh air
strucl. them. "We'll be swept out into
the bay! Keep the boat TRIM
Awakened by this warning. John de-
voted himself to his oars and Il half
moment later steered their little craft
out under the piles Of q wharf
Where to now?' he demanded dnlly.
The lieutenant pointed thick fore
finger toward another small boat
few rods away. There is Sing Wan
now. by smoke" he exclaimed.
John Dorr glanced around. He first
saw the impassive visage of the Chi
nese. and then the figure crouched in