Charlevoix county herald., 1918-12-06

We would beg to suggest that the
matter can be arranged agreeably to
both sides by the release of Reich and
the woman within twenty-four hours.
Failing this. we shall not be respon-
sible for the safety OF Mr.. McKabe.
We hope that you will be amenable to
our argument as we realize that Nc
Kabe is a man whose sudden death
might be serious loss to your force.
At the same time, should you decide
to attempt any counter stroke. we
shall feel compelled to return his body
to your doors as sign that We mean
exactly what We say.
/ glanced at Lucille. She was pale as
death.
i swung my eyes to Connel.
There doesn't seem any chance for
doubt" began
"None at all. They've got Dan." he
said shortly. They picked him upS
somewhere around four-thirty as far
as can find out"
"Then you have word from him as
late as that?" inquired. Lucille had
sunk into chair.
HE spoke to roundsman on
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. Il don't know
why he went back. suppose. though,
he wanted to see just how much Of
dust the nights work had kick
ed up
'Tll say one thing for Dan, when
he was on case he had no hours:
he'd run on scent till he dropped.
| guess he wanted TO feel out the lay
OF things up there. You know he
posed as Chinatown guide"
But" Lucille cut in for the first
time, speaking quickly. was his con-
nection with your office really Sc
cret? Don't you suppose some of them
knew he was a detective?"
1T looks like it," Connel smiled
grimly as he replied.
THAT isn't what / mean, exactly"
said the girl. Il 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 I
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.
Il don't" said Connel, but don't
believe it. Admitting all that you So;
as true, would add that they areslH y
our own American Indians in the rG
turn OF debt either of good or evn.
The man I mean is indebted deeply to
McKabe."
Again my heart leaped.
l 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.
l don't know if the fact struck Luz
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, no! Say-I
forgot you'd not been here for a long
time.
THE man is cosmopolitan, Miss
Foote-educated, wealthy sort Of
merchant prince. OF course you know
that none oil 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.
1.-The mans a millionaire and q
philanthropist in his way. / think we
are safe in saying he is not mixed up
with the cutthroats who have made