Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1918-09-19

Washington and Dupont at four
twenty" said Connel.
"What sent him back there after we
left? thought he was done for the
night" ! remarked.
He was. That is, he should have
been," Connel admitted. II don't know
why he went back. suppose, though,
he wanted to see just how much of
a dust the nights work had kick
cd up.
I'LL say one thing for Dan, when
he was on case he had no hours;
he'd run on a scent till he dropped.
guess he wanted to feel out the lay
of things up there. You know he
posed as a Chinatown guide"
But" Lucille cut in for the first
time, speaking quickly, was his con.
nection with your office really a Sc
cret? Don't you suppose some Of them
knew he was detective?"
ut looks like it." Connel smiled
grimly as he replied.
'That isn't what ! mean, exactly"
raid the girl. II mean, didn't some
of them know it for long time? Are
you sure about it? You know how
subtle those yellow men are"
Connel nodded. A frown grew be.
tween his brows.
"There was one, and just one, chink
up there who was wise to Dams lay.
Miss Foote," he responded. "But
hardly think he'd have been likely to
tip it Off"
why not? You know they're clan
nish. How do you know he wouldn't
give Mr.. McKabe's connection with
you away?"
Lucile's voice quivered with insist
ent demand.
II DON'T" said Connel, "but 1 don't
believe it. Admitting all that you say
as true, would add that they are like
our own American Indians in the re-
turn of debt, either Of good or evil.
The man mean is indebted deeply to
McKabe."
Again my heart leapel.
I remembered Dual's instructions to
learn If the missing man had been
known as an official to any of the ORR
entails.
Here already things were leading up
to that point.
don't know if the fact struck Lu-
cile or not, but she asked an immedi-
ate question.
"Who is he?"
Hes Kim Lee" said Connel SLOW
ly. ITO be frank with you, Miss
Foote, he is regarded by us as
mighty white man."
"Then he has no connection with
the white slave organization"
"Kim Lee? Good Lord, mol, Say-I
forgot you'd not been here for long
time.
1.-THE man is cosmopolitan, Miss
Foote-educated, wealthy-a sort of
merchant prince. OF course you know
that none of those people use their
real names for trade, but between
you and me, Kim Lee is the main
owner of the big shop on the north
west corner of Grant and Clay.
"The mans millionaire and
philanthropist in his way. think we
are safe in saying he is not mixed up
with the cutthroats who have made
away with Danny McKabe."
"Good," I exclaimed. THAT was
another thing Dual wanted us to find
out-whether McKabe was really
known as a man of yours to anybody
up there"
But Lucille asked the more personal
question:
How did man like this Kim Lee
become indebted to Mr.. McKabe?"
Connel paused minute and con-
sidered. II may as well tell you the
whole thing" he began at length. 81
can't see how it will help Dan, but if
Dual told you folks to ask
1T was like this-Kim Lee has one
kid--a boy-couple of years OLD. 1t
wasn't born till the old boy had about
given up hope of an heir and he thinks
more of that baby than of anything
else, guess. Chinese are great for
boys, you know.
"There is one of Kim's hangers-on-
sort Of body-servant--whose whole
duty is to look after Kim's boy when
he goes out. Well, one night when
Mac was guiding bunch OF sightseers
around town a half-shot chauffeur
tried to drive his car from the Fair
mount up above down Clay street, and
something went wrong with the
brakes Autos aren't very common in
Chinatown, as you know, and the
chinks don't keep an eye out like we
do on Market.
'This old male granny and the kid
were coming across Clay just as the
cab came down the hill likS streak
of grease. The old un lost his head,
and for just moment it looked like
good night for the little feller.
But Mac happened to be there. He