The Monticellonian., 1919-10-17

long. He would settle it tonight. When he came back to the ship he would know-or there would be one less Seoundre in Singapore! That was what he was going for now-to Drink-House Sam of Singapore.
 Who was II aboard the MonleIgh who had put that paper under his cabin door? She had called him grumpy ail that day-and all that day he had heen studying the crew, eata- loguins in his nina every man aboard.
 II could not well be all-a plot iu- yolying the whole ship and crew seemed out of the question.
 Not one of the officers had he any reason to suspect above the others though 1t Was true and a little dis turbihs HOW. that Captain Laynton. in turning over his fathers effects. had not included the fatal pistol that. if the story were true. was obviously his fathers property-but that might readily have been but an oversight
 There was Mott, who had grown more surly every day.
 Wallen shook luis head Mott's at ttade was easily accounted for-the man, as witness the ride at Pohi. if ii had not been glaringly evident on board since then. was attentive to Miss Maekay. and resented his. Wallen'~ usurration of what he evidently con sidered his prerogatiye
 What of the crew then?
 They We're hard lot and q paly. glet one!
 The English and Americans amongst them had every appearance of being the sWeepings of the Slums of Lon don. Liverpool. New York and, for men of their fix. the more vicious sen. ports of the fur East. The rest were of every natiohality-two of the coal= passerS We're Chinese coolieS, the stew ard Was from the West Indies. the etslk Was q Frenchman from Port Said. and two Danes, Swede. kanaka. from the Sandwich islands. and three Japanese completed the ros. ter
 Xallen looked up. and fixed his eyes speeulativelX on his Chinese hoatman. ] They were almost at the landing.
 You sabe prink-House Sam?' he demanded abruptly.
 The Ghnaman smirked knowingly. Me sabe.s he replied. "Afl right said Wallen. You take me there. But first, you take me where the stores are want to buy some things. and 1 don't know my way about
 Me sabe.e said the Chinaman again. All same yelly glood guide"
 He proved to be Within half m hour after landing, Wallen had com pleted the purchase of an excellent au- tomatic pistol and ammunition, and WIS following the Ghinaman back along | dark street near the water front Another few minutes of twist ings and turnings and the Chinaman had halted before an untnyiting-look ing hostehY in an equally uninYiting looking heishborhood
 "DHn1-fIouse Sans" announced tho guide. "Bfim.hiY you all same go back ship9 Ne wait9"
 No said Wallen. as he paid tn other. That's all. Goodnight, John!
 The Ghinaman disappeared
 Nallen surveyed the building he fore which he stood. It was one of those Easternized-European wooden structures, two stories high, the front rooms on the second story opening di- rectly onto the veranda With the gen. eral air of being dsreputably out at elbows, il hore all the earmarks of Il sailors boarding house of the lowest l type.
 Wallen stepped forward, pushed the bar-room door open, and entered.
 \ bar ran down one side; Il score of small tables occupied the main DOT, ton of the room, and around these were clustered some twenty-five or thirty rough-looking hands, evidently on shore leave from the harbor's ship 1 ping-and making the most of it.