Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1915-08-05

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narneli very welI:
that made John pause before answer
ing. He glanced at the cool, impas-
sive face and caught the CLINT Of the
steady eyes. He took 4 sudden resolu.
ton.
81 believe you're really interested in
this matter" Dorr said briefly. "Sup-
pose we talk this over before hunting
the taxi chauffeur
II was merely curious, that's ALL"
was the noncommittal murmur.
"That girl is not her daughter" John
continued. 81 have reaso to believe
that it is Miss Ruth Gallon, the heir
ess to the Master Key mine. whom she
is abducting." His passion blazed
forth in spite of his self restraint. 81
must find her and save her"
"Might I ask what relation you are
to the young lady" asked the detec-
tive mildly.
John stared at him and then realized
the oddly Of his actions and words.
Il OL4CAy SAPld11lCuu LID pOS1LlOu dL luC
mine and his wardship of the heiress.
He also went into detail as to what he
| suspected Wilkerson Of. describing him
carefully.
Gle was one of them, sure enough"
agreed the detective. But young heir
esses amt being kidnapped days like
these out Of hotels like this"
81 may be mistaken" John assented
YEARLY. "All I know Of Mrs. Darnell
is from occasional words dropped by
Wilkerson. But l suppose we might
get a clew as to where they went any
way"
After some search of the long line of
taxis they anne to one which the de-
tective identified as the one Mrs. Oar
nell had taken the night before.
Driver, take us where you did those
fares who were in such a hurry last
night" the detective ordered.
The chauffeur shook his head. You
can search me for the address," he re
turned. "There wasn't any"
The driver leaned out from his seat
and went on earnestly: "You know
how they jumped in and we rolled off
Well, it seemed it was a case Of life
and death, according to the woman
and I stepped on the machine and
fastened some toward the North Pa.
cifc hospital. But when we got into
Chinatown one Of the men hailed me
and told me to drive just as he said
He got out here in front with me, anG
when we reached a certain spot they
all beat.it."
Can you take is to that spot?:"
Il was just wondering to myself
whether I could find it," was the re
Spouse. But I'll try"
He threw in his clutch and the cal
left the line and started up the hill
toward California street. John Dorl
leaned back against the cushions will
a strange sense Of at last being on his
way toward his goal. He barely heard
his companions murmur, evidently
they took her into the lower part OF
Chinatown"
We usually credit the oriental with
little or no imagination, pointing tt
his art, his clothes and his language as
evidences. AS the fact runs, even the
Chinese coolie uses the faculty OF
imagination more frequently than his
white brother on an equal social plane
Sing Wah, or Wah Sing, as he was
indifferently called, was outwardly {
stolid, dull eyed Chinese Of uncertain
middle age. His picture-it was in the
gallery of every secret service Office
from Singapore to Philadelphia-was
not less changeless Of expression, mol
more teciturn than be. Yet in spite OF
his scmber clothes and general air OF
blank stupidity, Sing Wah was a mar
Of mark, a mar with a history replete
with adventure and, not too seldom
with crime.
If the ordinary criminal could have
an office or a store he would quadruple
his profits. But the common run Of
rascals must steal and fly. Their post
office address is a Pigment. They art
not at home when opportunity knocks
Sing Wah knew this. and it was hi
boast that for thirty years any one
who wanted him. either day or night
could find him.
So he sat at the back of his little
store night after night, blinking
through the wooden screen at the va
rious customers who came in to trad,
or barter. And year after year they
came to his door. the pirate and thu
thief, the smuggler and the robber, ant
he took his toll Of them and passed
them on. Whittier? Sing Wah never
told. And because he did not tell they
came back with greater loot and rich
err booty, and he again passed then
through his store to vanish utterly
from the haunts Of men and the pur
view Of the police.
Among the many hundreds who hat
availed themselves Of Sing Wah's ali
was Wilkerson, who, during dark pc
RODS Of his career, had several time
run athwart the barriers of the Law
and been compelled to seek refug,
where he could.
Harry Wilkerson was not a fool. IL
some ways he was brilliantly endowed
He recognized Sing Wah's superiorit
IN oil Ofhars I'm tho pranf ana nf nut