The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-07-27
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This unusual series Of stories
deals with the exploits of "Chinese''
Pennington, detective sent by his
government to British North Bornco
to run to earth The Yellow Seven,
gang of Chinese bandits.
Pennington met Yrabazon stand
ing outside the Rest House of Jcs-
selton, his hands stuck in his poo
kcts, following with eviten: admir-
alton the easy, elegant gait of a
Malay girl who was making her way
toward the harbor.
Pennington, by all that's won
derful!"
The taller man extended hand.
Give been here three solid months
and l didn't know you were on
the island. How are your"
eft as fiddle! Come in and
have sling"
"Chinese" Pennington looked at
his watch. -
II can give you haitian hour, old
son." he told him. 'I'm due at the
Commissioners at four"
He followed Brabazon up rickety
stairs to the veranda that overlook
ed the road. He dropped into a
chair and his companion perched
himself on the arm of it, beaming
all over his broad, handsome face.
"Still al. the same game ?" he in
quired, pushing forward his case.
Pennington nodded.
"Still hunting down the worlds
worst criminals! No thanks, 1 roll
my own"
He produced rubber pouch and
began manipulating the flimsy pa-
per. Brabazon tapped his cigaret
on his thumb.
"Thrce months!" he calculated
presently. That's a spell of time
for you to stop in. one locality, isn't
it"
The tall man with the Chinese
eyes smiled grimly.
1T is" he admitted. ut means
that I'm up against the toughest
proposition I've ever struck. How're
things up your way?"
"Rotten! I'm thinking of chucking
rubber-and turning my attention to
oil. At present I'm at Ketatan. Know
it,"
Pennington started.
was murdered by the Yellow Seven
Gang!"
Pennington was staring at a clus-
ter Of flies on the ceiling.
you've had no trouble since. mol
threatening communications ?"
Nothing at all. Dawson rounded
up the assassins, they tell me-"
YES" said the other without en-
thusiasm. Dawson did his job and
the Commissioner was pleased about
it. There were five of the swine.
and we caught, tried and executed
them with all due pomp and cere- /
mony; but we didn't succeed in get
ting any information out of 'em.
We're no nearer the solution of the |
Yellow Seven mystery than wewere
when we started. You say your
areas quiet. I'm glad of it. But in
almost every other district these
continue"
Brabazon whistled.
you'll pardon my ignorance on
the subject, know; but what is this
Yellow Severn"
The boy came in with the drinks
Brabazon had ordered, and Penninc-
ton smoked until he had disappeared.
The Yellow Seven is a card-like
an ordinary Chinese playing-card,"
ne said. "You know the things; as
ong as my fore-finger, with rounded
ends, black on one side-and q series
II dots on the other-some red, some
black"
"And this one"
"This particular card has a bright
yellow face, with seven dots on it,
n all-four above faint line-and
'hree below it. 1t cropped up some
line back, when Lady Stornaway's
diamond pendant disappeared from
aewitt's bungalow"
Il remember it," broke in Braba-
ION. "But the Commissioner got that
back in couple of days."
II got it back" continued Penning-
,on. I'LL tell you all about it some
lay. There was another card con-
aected with the Allison case, and a
knife, bearing the same grim symbol
IN its handle, preceded an attempt
% assassinate the Commissioner of
Police himself. Now the whole is
and's seething with the cursed things
Ind Hewitt won't hear of my leaving
Until I've secured the body of the
'ing-leader-dead or alive!" |:
"Know who he is?''
"Thc most respected Chinese gem
lcman in Borneo," declared the 9TH
r. tstE'
Brabazon dropped into: a chair.
mot Chai-Hungl" he whispered.
"Why not? demanded Pennington.
"Good Lord! He hangs out within |,
J stone's-throw Of US! I'd have
taxed my last dollar on Mr.. Chat
lung" as
Brabazon emptied his glass.
"Why don't you collar HING"
1--we been within an ace of doing
10, more than score of times; but
les found way out each time"
Brabazon felt for another cigaret.
II ran across him only yesterday,"I
le drawled.
Pennington ,sprang to his feet.
'You-met-Chaf-Huhg :"
Certainly! was up in the Tamil,
ooking for pony. was bargain
nR with q Baiou thief. when Chat.