The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-07-26
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an ordinary Chinese playing card"
he said. You know the things; as
long as my foref1nger, with rounded
ends. black on one side-and series
of dots on the other-some red, some
black"
And this one-?"
This particular card has a bright
yellow face, with seven dots on it,
in all-four above a faint Hne-and
three below it. 1t cropped up some
time back, when Lady Stornaway's
diamond pendant disappeared from
Hewitt's bungalow"
st remember it." broke in Braba-
zon. But the commissioner got that
back in a couple of days"
81 got it back" continued Pen
/ rington. I'll tell you all about it
some day. There was another card
connected with the Allison case, and
Il knife. bearing the same grim SYM
Dol on its handle, preceded an at
tempt to assassinate the commits
sioner Of police himself. Now the
whole islands seething with the
cursed things and Hewitt won't hear
of my leaving until I've secured the
body Of the ring-leaderAdead or
alive.
Know who he is7"
The most respected Chinese
gentleman in Borneo," declared the
other.>
Brabazon dropped into a chair.
mot Cha1-Hung?" he whispered.
''Why not3' demanded PenninR-
ton.
Good LordI He hangs out within
a stone's-throw Of us! I'd haye staked
my last dollar on Mr.. Chat Hung"
Brabazon emptied his glass.
why don't you collar him7"
I've been within an ace of doing
so, more than a score OF times; but
he's found way out each time
Brabazon felt for another cigarett.
'"I ran across him only yesterday"
he drawled.
Pennington spraing to his feet.
! ''You-met-Chai -Hung?"
Certainly I was up in the Tamil,
looking for a pony. I was bargain
ing with Bajou thief, when Chat
Hung strolled up. We chatted TO-
gether for half-an-hour"
Did he ask which way you were
( going?" Pennington demanded.
Il fancy he did; but 1 changed my
mind at the last moment and dropned
| dropped in at the Dutch PADRES. The
! daughter of>Cha-Hung
I'm more than glad you changed
your route, old son." Pennington as
sured him. Because, if you hadn't.
you wouldn't be here now!-and, for
all your faults, you're one of the few
| men 1 shouldn't care to lose sight of"
Brabazon's broad face bore an ex-
preston Of surprise and amusement.
Whats that?" My faults?"
Pennington came across the floor
and dropped a hand on his friends
shoulder.
Il refer to the women. God bless
en-" he told him.
"Oh!-that"'
You were positively ogling one
| when I met YOU
Barbazon crimsoned.
When you came up? You don't
mean that Malay girl? My dear old
idiot, surely a fellow can admire a
certain regularity of feature without
being called to account for IT.
Pennington laughed.
You're a terrible man. Rrahazon ,,
ne said. Il remember a girl in Kuala
Lumpur telling me that you were ir-
resisuble. How long are you stopping
in town."
Going back by the morning train. &"
I was only going to warn you
that'Nu you do happen to meet the
commissioners sister, just try and
restrain that abnormal flow Of per-
sonal magnetics-for my sake"
"Oh-ho!' remarked the planter rails
ing his eyebrows. What's her
name?"
''Viney," said Pennington. Monica
Whey. She's a widow"
Brabazon winked
Il thought you said it was Chat
Hung who kept you In Jesselton?"
1T is" Pennington assured him
earnestly, but I'm not sorry aobut
it all the samer'
ing Off"
Pennington gazed dreamily over the
rail.
Possibly not at ALL I haven't asked
her opinion on the subject yet"
Good heavens, man! What on
earth are you waiting for?"
Pennington turned.
I'm waiting until I've nailed Chat.
Hung he declared.
Brabazon scrambled to his feet and
joined him.
Want any help?"
Possibly"
Then call on me for it. I'm lust
about fed up with the life I'm lead
ing A laundering good row'd about
clear my head"
Thanks returned Pennington
warmly. II fancy you'll be In one be-
fore long"
Good enough"
Brabazon rubbed his hands to.
gether in anticipation.
I'm the meantime, keep your
weather-eye open for Chai-Hung?"
He paused and looked to where the
waters of the bay glistened in the
light Of sun that was low in the
western heavens. TITS weary
world, Brabazon," he continued. "I
used to delight in these nocturnal
wandertngs, these wild up-country
tricks: I suppose it was because I