San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-10-31
By EDMUND SMELL

You ignore the Importance of cir
cumstantial evidence" said Hewitt
That was month ago. There
hasn't been single outrage since
And every Chinaman on the islant
went into mourning. That's good
enough for me, and it ought to b,
good enough Cor YOU"
"Ah!" commented Chinese Pen
nington, still unconvinced. "Hav,
you any idea where they buried
him?"
The Commissioner shook his head
| Have your"
enc. That's the devil of it. I've
been wandering from place TO place
in my usual elaborate disguise, try.
ing to find out. Don't you see my
point?"
Hewitt sat back in his chair.
ats deuced odd," he admitted.
"Look at it another way" pursued
Pennington. "Chai-Hung was a
celebrity. He had an immense fol-
lowing. Wouldn't you think the, d
stick IN monument over his last
resting-place instead of keeping the
whole affair dead secret?"
The Commissioner Thought both
hands on to the arms of his chair.
II don't quite know wha to think, {"
he said slowly. aft Ck.i-Hung's
dead. IS l honestly believe he is.
there's precious little left. to worry
about. On the other nand, if he
managed somehow to get out of the
death-trap he'd set for Brabazon-
it's damned serious pror Osition."
He rose to his feet and began pacing
the room. "The' responsibility of
my position here at this moments
getting on my nerves." he COM
planned presently. II can't help
realizing that the safety of every
white man. woman and child de-
pends> on the accuracy of my deduc-
tons with regard to these gang-mur-
ders.p
ain which case" put in Penning-
ton quietly. wouldn't it be better to
make sure?"
Hewitt swung round on his heel.
How" he demanded.
SECT in touch with his agent-Lien-
Yin. Tell him that at all costs he
must furnish you with every proof
that Chai-Hung is dead"
The commissioner pressed the bell.
Its a hell of nuisance" he an
nounced somewhat testify. "and I'm
only going through with it for your
Monica's."
Pennington closed the door after
him and strolled toward where Mrs. =.
Whey was sitting. the Siamese cat
curled M fast asleep in her lap. A
rhair-a long cane affair, with cush-
ions in chintz covers-was drawn up
so clos ly that its protruding arm
almost touched hers. The very prox-
unity of the thing thrilled him and
nc accepted the invitation it offered.
"You wanted to talk to me-" he
vcntured at length.
The girl regarded him thought
July.
"Yes,' she admitted. 81 want yon
% tell me what l ought to do. II
seems so dreadful not to have some
lefinite object in life. It's been
,orne upon me rather forcibiy lately ,
hat I'm no real use to anybody. I'm
to be keeping house for |
ny brother. He looked after hims,.lf
'ery well before / came out. The |
ruth is-I'd nowhere else to go. 1
interfere with his work: he's per-
btually anxious for my safety. and |
les seriously exercised as to my flu
ure." She picked up her Fan and
'awned behind it. "Things can't so |
IN like this forever, can they?" |
81 suppose not" agreed Penning-
on, inwardly cursing his luck that !
invented him voicing what to him. /
It that movement. was an amazingly |
simple solution to the difficulty.
There's only one thing for it."
'ontinued Monica desperately. ave
,ot to get married"
Pennington crimsoned to the roots
Il his ruff!ed hair.
Married :" he echoed blankly.
al suppose you're going TO tell me
hat I've had one husband already.
nd ought TO be satisfied with that
II wasn't"
"Swear to me that you didn't
ven think it,"
az swear" said Pennington. recov-
ring himself somewhat. ITO tell the
lnvarnished truth, l was wonder
ng-"
"Who the victim was to be; That's
ust what wanted to talk to you