San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-10-31
The Yellow Seven
THE BRONZE JAR
Copyright 1925 NEA Service By EDMUND SMELL
Copyright, 1928, NEA Service

] This unusual series ,of stories deal,
with the exploits of "Chinese" Pen
nington, detective sent by his gov
eminent to British North Bornea te
run to earth The Yellow Seven. q
gang Of Chinese bandits.
Chinese Pennington thrust his heaL
in at the doorway of Hewitt's office
and blinked toward where the Com.
missioner sat at his desk, appar-
emily immersed in thought. but, in
reality. watching the antics of a Stem
csc kitten that his sister was tantaI-
izing with champagne cork susuend-
| ed from a string.
well" demanded the intruder.
slows things?"
Captain John Hewitt started guilt
lily and Monica. graping the folds of
her kimono with one hand and the
kitten with the other, dropped into a
chair.
Morning, Pennington" said the
Commissioner. Anything fresh?,
The man with the peculiar eyes
came in languidly.
Mrs. Viney's the freshest thing
I've seen this morning." he admit
ted.
Don't be fool" recommended
Monica, flushing! She held the ami
NAL up for inspection. "Isn't he
sweet? Mr.. Dawson sent him down
from Ketatan."
what are you going to call it?"
Monica's forehead wrinkled prettily.
"Peter!" she declared with sudden
emphasis.
"Thai's my name,
The Commissioner swung around
in his chair and smiled.
Monica rose suddenly and made for
the door. On the threshold she
stopped and glanced back over her
shoulder.
"Are you going to be frigLtfully
busy, Mr.. Pennington" she asked.
Because i've thousands of things
to talk to you about when Johns
finished with you"
Pennington turned presently and |
saw her brother regarding him
curiously.
II imagine you want TO marry
Monica" he suggested bluntly.
Pennington's eyes that were set |
like an Orientars on his youthful |
disappear ed behind their
diagonal Sits.
"And supposing I do"
There was something in the ring
Of his voice that suggested he feared
opposition on the part of the Com.
missioner of Police himself; but
Hewitt shot from his chair and drop
ped both hands on the younger mans
shoulders.
bennington. old son." he declared.
q there's nothing on this earth that
I'd like better"
Thanks" said the other huskily.
What are my chances. d'you Think"
"If you ask me my opinion. I
should say you've rs much likelihood
If being successful as any man on
he island. Why don't you ask her
now?"
Pennington waved hand in front
If him rs if to dispel a mist that had
arisen.
"You sent for me because your
errito-y was over-run by the Yellow
Seven gang. The instant I embarked
m my Investigations. realized that
heir leader-Chai-Hung-was the
nut I had yet set out to
crack. It was after / was certain
II nv feelings toward your sister
hat | swore to myself never to sub
nit nv proposal until I had finally
'un Chai-Hung to eaIth."
Hewitt stood stroking his smooth
lack hair.
"Well." he declared. "You accom-
,lished what you set out to do. You
'aught Chai-Hung in his own trap.
The Governor thanked you personally.
What more d'you WANT"
Pennington dropped YEARLY into
hair.
"I'm not satisfied" he told him.
NY contract was to get the Brighter
lead or olive. | did neither.
ouldn't. l had a horde of his ruff
ians at my heels and young Braba-
.on to get out Of the scrape into
which he'd tumblcd. Brahazon took
ny pistol and kept 'em off. while
brew Chai-Hung into the death
'hambcr. 1t was full of poisonous
umes. I'll admit. and I doubt if
ly could have lived in it; but I'd
AVE given everything I possessed
o see that villainous face composed
or its last Sleep