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to see hat villainous face composed
for its last sleep.
You ignore the Importance of cir
cumstantlal evidence said Hewitt.
That was a month ago. There
hasn't been a single outrage since
And every Chinaman on the island
went into mourning. That's good
enough for me, and it ought TO be
good enough FOX you.'
Ali" commented Chinese Pen
nington, still unconvinced. Have
you any idea where they buried
him?"
The Commissioner shook his head.
Have your"
No. That's the devil of it. I've
been wandering from place TO place,
in my usual elaborate disguise, try
ing to md out. Don't you see my
point?"
Hewitt sat back in his chair.
Its deuced odd" he admitted.
Look at it another way" pur-
sued Pennington. "Chai-Hung was
a celebrity. He had an immense fol-
lowing. Wouldn't you think they'd
stick up a monument over his last
resting-place instead of keeping the
whole affair a dead secret?"
The Commissioner brought both
hands on the arms of his chair.
u don't quite know what to think
he said slowly. III Chai-Hung's
dead, as l honestly believe he is,
there's precious little left to worry
about. on the other hand, if he
managed somehow to get out of the
death-trap he'd set for Brabazon-
it's a damned serious proposition
He ROSE to his feet and began pacing
the room. The responsibility of
my position here at this moments
getting on my nerves." he COM
planned presently. Il can't help
realizing that the safety of every
white man, woman and child de-
ponds on the accuracy of my de-
auctions with regard to these gang
murders"
I'm which case" put in Penning-
ton quietly, wouldn't it be better to
make sure?"
Hewitt swung around on his heel.
How" he demanded.
Get in touch with his agent
Lien-Yin. Tell him that at all costs
he must furnish you with proof that
Chai-Hung is dead"
The Commissioner pressed the bell
ITS a hell of a nuisance, he Az
nounced somewhat testify. and IN
only going through with it for your
sake-and Monica's"
Pennington closed the door after
him and strolled toward where Mrs
Whey was sitting, the Siamese cat
curled up fast asleep in her lap. A
chair-a long cane affair, with
cushions, in chintz covers-was
drawn up so closely that its protrud-
ing arm almost touched hers. The
very proximity of the thing thrilled
him and he accepted the invitation
it offered.
you wanted to talk to me-" he
vontured at length.
The girl regarded him thoughtful
ly
"Yes," she admitted. II want you
to tell me what 1 ought to do. 1t
seems so dreadful not to have some
definite object in life. It's been
bronze upon me rather forcibly lately
that I'm no real use to anybody. I'm
supposed to be keeping house for
my brother. He looked after himself
very well before 1 came out. The
truth is-Id nowhere else to go. l
interfere with his work; he's per-
I6Lh1AAy aAlAiOho - lily 5aAtAS -
he's seriously exercised as to my flu
ture." She picked up her fan and
yawned behind it. Things can't go
or like this forever can they?"
Il suppose not agreed Penning-
ton, inwardly cursing his luck that
prevented him voicing what to him
az that moment, was an amazingly
simple solution to the difficulty.
There's only n thing for it"
continued Monica desperately. i've
got to get married!''
Pennington crimsoned to the roots
of his ruffled hair.
married." he echoed blankly.
II suppose you're going to tell me
that I've had one husband already
and ought to be satisfied with thar.
II wasn't"
"Swear to me that you didn't
even think t.
"I swear said Pennington. re-
covering himself somewhat. ITO
tell the unvarnished truth, I was
wondering
Who the victim was to be!
That's just what I wanted to talk 10
you about. I've received a proposal
OF marriaSe!'
She paused to observe the effect of