San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-10-26
Copyright, 1923, NEA Service
Begin Here Today.

Begin Here Today.
Chai-Hung, influential Chinese
calls at the home Of John Hewitt
Commissioner of Police Mt Jesse]
ton, British North Borneo, to tell O
the death of Mr.. Allison, victim o
a gang murder. Peter Penningtol
is detailed by the government to rul
to earth the Yellow Seven. n gan
of Chinese bandits. Monica Vine,
lives with her BROTHER Captaii
Hewitt. Pennington suspects Chat
Hung of being leader of the bandits
Hewitt procures warrant for tn,
arrest of Chai-Hung. Now 20 OF
with the story.
no, aChnni-Hung called here this after
Hewitt started.
This afternoon" he echoed in.
credulously.
She nodded.
"He asked if you were inland said
ne was going away for some time,
Mr.. Pennington was here, too. He'll
tell you all about it."
The Commissioner passed a weary
hand over his black hair.
"Where is Pennington now?.
Il haven't seen him since tea
A sudden movement in the wild
garden outside attracted her atten-
ton. She stepped close mn to the
rail and peered into the blackness.
Standing half i'm the shadow of a
stunted palm she saw a tall. gaunt
figure. wearing n loose costume of
pale blue material. Monica caught
her brothers sleeve and pulled him
forward.
"There's a man out there, Jack"
she told him softly.
The Commissioner looked.
ITS Pennington. / suppose" he
growled presently. "What the
devils he want to hang about the
house like that for."
AT that moment. the scarecrow
raised an arm and beckoned.
How are we for time?"
She consulted her wrist-watch.
You've twenty minutes before
Inner. Don't stop OUT too long,
Hewitt looked at Monica. Thirty
seconds later he had passed down
he steps, making his way toward
he tree
Mrs. Whey went in to dress for
Inner.
The deep-toned Ducun gong, re-
'erberating in the stiffness of the
light, brought her back to the veran-
Ia. Her brother was nowhere to be |
cen. She hurried down the Message
o his room, tapped on the door, then,
citing no response looked in. The |
Dom was empty and Glance suf- |
iced to tell her he had not been
here since his return. The neatly |
lied clean clothes were still where
he servant had put them. Her mind |
lightly troubled, she invaded Ills
ffice. As she stepped toward the
a grim sense of i'm
ending disaster swept over her. She
hrust it from her resolutely. and
ressed onward. Both hands resting
n the wooden surface, she gazed
orror-stricken before her at dag
er with q gilt handle that stuck up
light in the table, its thin steel blade
npaling heaD of torn paper frag-
rents. Dimly. as her powers of rea-
oning stole back to her. she real
led that the tattered document was
he warrant for the arrest of Chat
lung, and that the yellow handle Of I
ne knife bore seven distinct black
OTIS on the side that was turned to-
ard her--four on the upper half
nd three below.
Suddenly she became aware that
immaculate-was
her elbow. i
She swung round on him fiercely.
"Mr. Pennington what does all
lis mean? Where is Jack? What
ave you done with him?"
Pennington was frankly puzzled.
Jack? Captain Hewitt? haven't
'en him. Isn't he back YETI"
Monica caught her breath.
Somebody beckoned to him
ON the garden" she, raced on Wild
T. "We both thought it was you.
lex went out. He hasn't dressed
r makan, and there's that on his
bic. For Gods sake, tell me what
all means?"
Pennington guided her to n chair,
zen bent over the dagger. A second L
ter, he had rushed from the room
,ward the kitchen-quarters.
She heard the voluble tones of the
'ok-boy, a yell of pain, the dragging
n heavy body along the floor and
ie servant was flung like sack into ]