The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-07-24

II Pennington took the envelope.
II take it that the crime was en-
acted within reasonable distance of
your house, Mr.. Chai-Hung?"
Il "Unpleasantly So"
"And this-clue was discovered by
one of your men ?"
1T was foundry me-"
| Pennington screwed up his eyes.
| "That's interesting" he said soft
ly. Il wonder if you could manage
to pass this way again, say tomor-
row morning ten?"
Chai-Hung shook his head slowly.
I'm afraid that would be utterly
impossible
"Going away?" inquired Penning-
ton casually.
The corners of the Chinaman's
mouth twitched.
Il may possibly be absent from
my residence-for an indefinite
period" he announced loftily. II
shall be obliged if you will inform
HIS Excellency the Commissioner
that one of my secretaries will at
| tcnd to any correspondence he may
think necessary"
he turned abruptly and made his
way toward the dusty road-a hum
| dred yards below.
| Well?" demanded Monica eager
~, as soon as the Celestial and his
bunch backed satellite were out If
| car-shot.
Pennington leaned back against +bo
wooden rpil.
IT'S perfectly amazing" he adj
mitted. "Im dashed sorry for moor
Allison, OF course, but it's the main
issue that interests me at this mo-
ment. Look at the staff-work! He
dehoerately organizes tragedy al
most on his own doorstep, and calm
~ arranges things so that he will he
the first to bring the news to the
commissioner. Then he presents us
with one of these delightful little
symbols, for all the world as if bc,d
never seen one in all his life beforc,>
Ye Gods!"
He slid finger under the flap of
the envelope and tore it open. Mont
ca saw him draw out card. He held
the thing with its black back before
her, then twisted his fingers SO that
she could observe the bright yellow
surface of its other side, and the./
seven black dots with which it was
ornamented.
The Yellow Seven!" she whisper
cd.
Remington left the rail and began
pacing the veranda.
His agents are everywhere" he
ventured presently. seven his visit
this afternoon was carefully calcu-
lated SO that he should run no risk
OF encountering your brother on his
way. He knew that Hewitt was
lunching with the governor at Sandal
kan. He is undoubtedly equally
aw1re that the Commissioner is re-
turning with the warrant for the ar
rest Of our friend, Chai-Hung!"
"Then that is why" I'll ,n~
That is why he is going away for
an indefinite period"
Monicas forehead wrinkled.
"Oughtn't you to do something's"
Pennington smiled grimly.
"Chai-Hung is being watched
night and day."
Monica uttered deep sigh of con-
tentment.
Il don't see that there's much to
bother about, then. You're bound to
get him."
You'd think so, wouldn't you?
used to think so-once. But that
was when allowed myself to be car
rled away by youthful enthusiasm.
There's something about Chai-Hung
that battles one at every turn He's
a postmaster of cunning, an enthus&-
astic student of every diaboiyal
crime in existence, but, beyond all
that, he's gifted with an intuition,
sort of second-sight, that borders
on the supernatural"
Captain John Hewitt swung into
view bare half-hour after the fall
OF darkness. and found his sister
for him on the threshold.
Have you got it?' she whispered.
The Commissioner looked down at
her and smiled reprovingly.
Got what?"
She reached up on tip-toe and
whispered something in his ear.
you've been hearing more state
secrets than are good for you," he
laughed. "Why do you ask?"
She stood looking out into the tro-
pic darkness.
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